Century Blues

Thousands of coffee spoons, measured out and unwashed
The dirty dishes of a century in the sink

Two centuries or three or five of wrongs
But at least now we can legally drink
That bitter self-medication of the most destructive sort
Before, after, between, and during wars - always

As plant medicine is prosecuted for blood sport
Incarceration eating people up, a wasteful, hateful, carnivorous maze

Myopic alcohol and carcinogens to keep in line with the party toe…
to line the… to toe the party line
Let the wine flow

By the time I’m writing this, the decade is well under way,
quieter than the roar this time 100 years ago.

By the time you’re reading this, it’ll be today —
I’ll meet you there (here), but I approach the future on tiptoe.

Waiting for the dishes to break,
hoping the kitchen doesn’t burn.