day THREE HUNDRED and FIFTY SEVEN

NOTHING TO SAY

Nothing but fear and insecurity

everywhere in my life as

the world goes to hell on its own –

dictators and madmen gaining

power in every corner, ignorant

masses cheering them on while

they congratulate each other –

Then the madmen meet for golf

and have chocolate cake in their

gold encrusted drawing rooms –

Any man not possessed by

fear and anxiety these days

is a fool or a bodhisattva

and I am neither, but

I have nothing to say

which has not already been said -

The world we know has ended -

the world we don’t know will

arrive without our approval

in tiny increments and great

lurches across the pages of

history as yet to be written,

in ways we cannot yet discern

and may not even want to know.

--M.J. Archangelini

M.J. Arcangelini, born 1952 in western Pennsylvania, has resided in northern California since 1979. He began writing poetry at 11. He has published in a lot of little magazines, online journals, & 9 anthologies. He is the author of two poetry collections: “With Fingers at the Tips of My Words” 2002, Beautiful Dreamer Press, and “Room Enough” 2016, NightBallet Press. He maintains an occasional blog of poetry and prose at https://joearky.wordpress.com/