Fortuna coyly

winks with promise but fails to

deliver the goods

Flames' flicker calls us

ancestrally back to an

inner sense of awe 

Winter cold burrows

into bones like termites in

soft wood gnawing through 

A tickling teasing 

thought plays at the edge of your 

mind, still elusive 

Consume away your 

rights with every purchase that

buys another vote

TV signals beam

disdain for the boring lives 

of their audience 

River locked in ice 

still flows below and grinds at

the edges so loudly