The first will be last in 2045

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

  The first will be last in 2045 for then we will say “long dead and gone” are
  the svengali masters of blood contracts and casting couch management

  Yes, the runts, the hapless, the nerdy undersized
  have taken over Commerce.

  The allergic, shot taking sissies and hypersensitive mouth breathers
  now dictate Fashion and the fabrics we wear.

  Book worms who made lists of all the places they would travel
  and who loved poetry are the Moguls in Film and TV.

 “Long dead and gone” are the mesmerizing masters of secret societies
  and back-door transactions

 Those quiet, soft spoken faint of heart, the listeners of song birds
 and nature freaks now control the Music Industry.

  All athletes who prefer to jog and walk in the evenings 
  have redesigned Auto Industry manufacturing.

  So many slow to get coordinated, the ones afraid of cars and cycles
  surely own and dominate the Energy corridors.

 “Long dead and gone” are the hypnotizing masters of stealthy media
  and clandestine relations

  The anorexic, the obese, the children with no appreciation for gourmet
  govern our Farm, Fish and Game and decide what is nutritious

 

There is no legacy for the 7 deadly sins. The spoils have been abandoned
by their moneyed vainglorious carcasses. Today the Last are now First. 

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There is hope

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

The difference between
being on a leash or in a cage
means that either way, this perspective
still makes for a dog’s life.

Under someone’s thumb
causes every effort to seek out freedom
where it can be found
and forget the ties that bind. Continue reading

You are a guru if

by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

The light switch by the door in the off position.
Time to turn the switch on.

The lamp in the center of the ceiling uses power
through the switch to illuminate the room.

Everything in the room is surrounded by the lamp light
except the thing that energizes the lamp. Continue reading

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by Lawrence J. J. Leonard

A rush of drumming
pounding
awakens my sleep;
lost forever those final few seconds of bliss
shattered into
clarity
four minutes before the alarm. Continue reading