Going Rogue

(Photo Credit: Art Siegel, Esq.)

Am I supposed to be happy?
Tell me? Somebody? I’m blue:
Is that a crisis or a sign of sanity?
C02 killing us, bombings and bombast.
To make love in the morning isn’t bliss
It’s therapy, security, denial, catharsis.
Sex is a rogue state unleashed
It can’t be conquered, but it still can’t win.

(Inspired by a poem by HanShan)

If you liked “Going Rogue,” check out my poem, “I’m Happy With My Way of Life, Mostly”