A man begs for food.
His guttural insistence
echoes among us.

As each year passes
it becomes more difficult
knowing you will die.

Rain, sullen music,
wet work shoes, wet socks, wet feet,
cold, relentless wind.

Replacing baseboards
sounds easy, should be easy…
Alas, it is not.

I sit in my home,
pondering improvements. Sigh.
No time, no money.

Banquet hall dance floors
encourage children to run.
Exhaust yourselves, kids.

Her gaudy decor
cost thousands in the sixties.
Now it is worthless.

Occupy Wall Street?
A banker insurgency
will surely follow.

What makes us happy?
Combinations of gadgets
sucking up power?