crisis of priority, folks

oil, down
so are those mutual funds
we wanna-be potential pensioners put
in our plans
crisis, in housing, in jobs.
in overbearing political deals
meant to celebrate corporate sponsorship
of pristine athletic talent.

we can muddle it all up
and think the sky is falling,
because probably it is.
or.

hey! look.
my plant is still thriving, even though
I haven’t put in soil into the pot,
3 months later.

hey! look.
my writing keeps seeping out, even though
I thought only depression generates the strength
and will to commit words.

hey! look.
my hair keeps growing, my nose keeps running,
my feet keep walking, and my friends keep humming
along, doing their friendly friend things
that make me enjoy the madness that is.