Everyone Likes

Make the music
Everyone likes,

Don’t leave it
Up to fate.

Play the sonata yourself.
The symphony
Can’t hold
The notes
These days.

Autumn Fall

A dramaturgical gambit.

A feast of skullduggery.

The masterpiece is burning.

The button controls the play.

Spendthrift creatures sneaking,

Alleys hide like prey.

Sag and droop, sad pockets,

Savor the pennies away.

A lot of good they’ll do us

Oxidizing in the grave.

Trade them for something shiny new.

The market is open today.