Clamps on jaws creak, warp,

and finally snap with a roar 

from the dispossessed 

Unfortunately, 

product placement is hard in 

poetry (drink Coke!) 

Toss the problems like

so much snow onto the pile

teetering above

A broken smile, not

a sneer, but edging closer 

with each new trauma 

Rain's patter gives way

to torrents, little rivers 

heading to the sea 

 It's Tuesday and I'm 

sipping tea thinking of home 

with parades and drinks

You can spend your life
between parentheses or
become the main clause