“Commuted Sentence”
Kicked a pebble kinetic,
on my way to work.
It slipped neatly across the asphalt,
and came to a halt at the broken curb.
Mixed among discarded cigarette filters and dead leaves.
Wondered if it would be there,
on my way home.
Maybe, unless a pair of tiny toddler hands discovered it nesting.
Either that, or a forward thinking squirrel.
“Acute Angle”
Acute angle?
Actually, obtuse.
A fraction of a whole mind.
No moral compass.
Angling for infamy.
A matter of degree.
One hundred eighty degrees from normal.
A complete circle constitutes a revolution.
“Monkey See, Monkey Doo”
A man lies outright.
His supporters believe him.
Oh say, can’t you see?
“A Storm Is Coming”
Building and building,
we wait.
Warnings issued,
preparations.
Some, don’t listen,
and carry on.
Others, don’t believe the weatherman,
despite the evidence.
Rain could wet their clothes,
and they would deny it’s rain.
You can’t change people like that.
Self-destructive nihilists,
want to see the world burn,
so they could say they told you it would.
Reality is not their thing,
The world is flat.
America is great.
The news is fake.
I didn’t say that.
Berlin Stories, Poetry, etc. by M.P. Powers
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