Poems
by Richard
LeDue
The surest sign
of humanity’s inhumanity
is the way cheap whisky burns
and soothes at the same time,
making the world seem a little more
saner than missing another birthday
to meet a deadline or answering
emails from those who have no idea
people still mourn
the library of Alexandria.
The Saddest Gamble
Sitting here listening to Bach
and thinking about Bukowski
sipping his wine,
while I drink
decaffeinated coffee
because high blood pressure
is the only lion stalking me.
My fear of grey hair and sleepless
nights the saddest gamble
like someone betting
their grocery money on a horse
that breaks its leg
the furthest
one can be from a photo finish.
A Hard Sell
All the victories seem to belong
to everyone else,
while defeats fill my empty pockets,
and the smiling masses
believe they’ve won in capitalism
or want try communism again,
depending on who you ask.
I have no answers
except that you should buy
my next book.
