So(u)lar Song

To the light that sustains us and the light within us...

Photo by Charles Postiaux on Unsplash

June’s full ripe lemon 
sun stretches an arm down 
through a stairway of clouds
brushing down the bridge
with a coat of fresh light
         which blesses 
                        all the
Cubs and Sox fans 
adorned in their tribal 
garb. Too bad they don’t 
realize with real eyes that
the Sox logo is really a
subliminal Sex logo.
         And the light 
                 also blesses the 
homeless homies who ask
the flowing crowds: “How
you doin’ today? Can you
help me out?” or the
desperate aliens squatting 
at the concrete feet of
the Opera House with
candy they’re trying
to resell.
	While on the river,
electric boats reach out
to each other to play tag
as I walk along my daily
sunlit path whistling…

“My Name is Nobody…”

A happy, bouncy, carefree
Morricone soundtrack that 
floats my soul across the bridge 
in this sun-filled June of 2024.
	      	
And there are so many 
miserable weasels burrowing
in their underground tunnels
who hate the sun so much
they want to blot it out 
with chemveils, to cut off 
the light that feeds 
the engine of our hearts.
            One’s a 
                 computer geek 
who created the mind virus
in his diabolical version
of Revenge of the Nerds,
the code that hacked
humanity with fear, 
who covered 
our mouths and
faces so we couldn’t 
speak out against his
outrageous attempt at
totalitarian madness,
	words wafted
                 like a shuttlecock over the 
heads of oblivious psychophants,
	words of depopulation
	as soft as his sweaters.
Too bad  
	for you 
Mr. (Insta)gates, 
the sun in your heart 
was crushed out 
like a cigarette butt in the hand
                   a long time ago.
Meanwhile,
           the light 
of eight billion human suns
vaporize the lies that bind us
from above and below.