Regressive Light

Like snatching a small gnat with chopsticks

The mind clasps certain details

With a brief flash of angst

They're ignited

And that is where reason derails.

Before long a bonfire rages

Fueled by distortions of history

Falsely presenting the future

As if how things could go well

Is a mystery.

Love as a Snack

Sometimes love is like pure chocolate

But it can be tough jerky, too

Sometimes soft and really sweet

Sometimes hard to chew.

On days when we're in Candy Land

It's clear our love is true

On other days, when we have a beef,

Well, . . . protein's good for you!