Lower-Case Equities

Evidently
Bricks of bond be
Fade to liquid
Ireland, see
South of Europe
Partly Cloudy
Acid rain drops
Singe the note leaf
Hairs on head thin
Follicles freeze
Feast or Famine
Glass is empty

Great Expectations

I remember we met up one night in the Bend
In debauchery
Out by the basketball rim
Off the rainy deck
The party started
It lasted for 17 years
I tried to let you go
In so many ways
I dumped you in Deutschland
I tossed the images
Digital and unconscious
Only to have them seep back into my skull
Only to have you come back like Jason to Crystal Lake
Siphoning my willpower
Through glasses and pints
A feast on the sciatica
A mellow after the feast
But I realized that you were really
Just a figment of my silly imagination
Kind of like many romances
That were created and dissipated
Not unlike matter
I don't need you
I never really wanted you
I was just easily tempted
These days, more tricks are necessary
Let's see what you have
I'm ready to battle

The Aegean Sea of Red

I could say that I'm surprised
France and Germany said no way
Then after further review, the words did not stand
Analysts battle the band
Mine, they do not
Neither do the politics of slave economy
Tinged with Greek physiology
The IMF, hmph, no accountability
They do not relieve the world burdens
From second to third base
Sliding in with chemical stimulations
Dusting villages built tough like Ford
Lowering expectations of lives taught minimally
Writing new tales of Greek mythology
Grand bailout, minor disaster
So they say
Then lay on their beaches, sucking olives
Tickling goddesses
Oiled with decadence and salt
An illusion of lore and lust
Sung by the Sea of Crete

Barnard College

In good ole Indiana, I hit from downtown on the court
Once in awhile
In DC, I was a multiple All-Star
But the nation's capital started to finance
A priceless adjunct fellowship
The first term had a German mandate
We dominated the tennis circuit, four years straight
While you sprechen deutsche
You taught me generosity, sacrifice, and diligence
Bitte Schoen
Before retirement, I cultivated a bonzai garden with seeds of art, soul duets, and technology
In two years, it sprouted wisdom, motivation, and elegance
Arigato
The garden was blown away by steely Honduran winds
Cut with sunny, spiritual Tuesdays
Eight months of consistency paved a trail for railways
Gracias
Those cabooses hid for comfy Korean cirrusses
They glowed with grace and empathy
Nine months of clear days then turned into a heavy downpour
Soon after, a higher village beamed
Komawo
Six years stitched for a doctorate in romancology
Good for conquering society
Thank you, feminologists