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Behind the horizon, In a sunset sight, there is is a secret. The big wings of the wind that carry something untold Sometimes bewilder me when I think about them. It’s a bell or may be something else. I guess it’s an additional secret in the dawn’s coming. There is a candle mixed with the wind’s breeze. That secret with the additional secret is a dove or an eagle. Behind the horizon, in a sunrise sight, there is a dream of a kid’s toy. Any thing might come from behind every horizon. The sun always rises and always sets. Behind the horizon only some things go, but always dawns come.

The Minister of Education majored in Finance
So requires a dosser to translate her casework
Into something resembling her main occupation
In the field of Finance and not Education
Unfortunately this ignores the topic of Administration
For something the Minister is more familiar
Such as keeping the numbers to minimum levels
Translation: more cutbacks in public school spending

When the Minister of Education proposes legislation
She uses her staff to speak to representatives
Who know nothing related to the field education
So they look to the Minister for informed reflections
As she looks to the Prime Minister to tell her what to do
But the Prime Minister did not major in Finance
Instead he employs her knowledgeable for assistance
Translation: she reads the Prime Minister a dictionary of education

So everybody pretends to know what they are doing
When they are not doing it.
Representative Democracy

Besides
What would be the point
In appointing
A person
With the skill sets
-criteria
-talents
-dedication
Into a position
In which
They knew
what they were doing?

That would be
………
To Efficient

at the railroad-crossing
music from the saloon
with only a stray dog for company
waiting to see
faces pressed against windows
as the train passes

a huddle of dark figures
on a pathway through the trees
from the crazed varnish of a winter-landscape
and dogs yapping at their knees
and even if they would
nowhere to hide
waiting for the conversation to subside

The Length Of the Curve
it deceives me.
The depth of the sea
it surrounds me.
The waves here and their
lap around me.
Your face in the pool
it reminds me.

Hands are closed
from giving and sharing
Eyes are blind
to see the other side.
Ears are deaf
to others’ pleas and cries.
Feet refuse to walk
another sacrificial mile
Such is the human heart
made impotent to love.

I lay in bed with one eye open
As my dreams all crashed in ruins
Wondering just who to blame
For choosing such horrendous tunes

The DJ’s evil voice came through
Welcoming us to the day
I’m sure he is a terrorist
To bring such misery my way

Forget the work that must be done
Forget appointments that were made
Upon this mattress I will stay
Close the curtains, draw the shade

I’m not gettin’ out of bed
Someone set the clock ahead
It can’t be Monday, no-sir-ree
It’s just one great conspiracy

If I get up it’s sure to happen
Something bad will come to be
As soon as my feet hit the floor
An accident’s awaiting me

Should I need another reason
I’m not feeling up to snuff
My back is sore, my head is aching
You know I sure am feeling tough

Were a doc to look me over
I know what he would recommend
Bedrest he would strictly order
Until this day comes to an end

If anything needs getting done
Tomorrow will be soon enough
Postpone the shower and the shave
Breakfast and the other stuff

I’m not gettin’ out of bed
Someone set the clock ahead
It can’t be Monday, no-sir-ree
It’s just one great conspiracy