You no longer
Hear symphonies
Solely movements
Unemployed tympanies
For work hunger
The Sky Burst Open
The sky
Burst open
And
For hungry crowds
The sun is bright
It is clouds
That demand
Truth proven
Disdaining a lie
Before a Child Speaks
Before a child
Speaks
It draws us into
Its universal
Communication
We understand
Our own situation
Is a reversal
Yet children grow
Topping new peaks
While eternally styled
The Young Squirrel
The young
Squirrel
Isn't a dance
Nor song
It speaks to us
And we’re wrong
In a trance
Down mind’s tunnel
On ego hung
Proximity
Our
Proximity
To
The grave
And we stew
Reality
Gone in an hour
The Brooklyn Trolley Dodgers
The Yankees
Spew
Disrespect
And the Dodgers
Abused
Brooklynites
Still confused
In fights
Accused
As soldiers
In all effect
I knew
Never bend knees
The Ejaculation Speculation
The ejaculation
Realization
The more
You have
The closer the door
Of annihilation
Just speculation
I am a Fish
I am a fish
Coursing
In a medical
Aquarium
Its only sensical
I’m swimming
To my finish
Symphonic Unity
A symphonic
Movement
Relies on unity
Of progression
Not disparity
Of sentiment
A single trick
I am a Nerd
I am a nerd
And I speak
With AI
Not a Priest
Who can fly
To the peak
I mumble a word