the villain doesn’t always wear black…

the villian doesn't always wear black

a giggling
aunt bea
was staring
at some old polaroids
they were
of
me
and
not particularly
flattering
the one
of me crying
in a bath
brought the most
merriment
she said
besides the obvious
historical counterpoint to
where you are now
these photos
bring to mind
when my
panama tour group
entered a small shop
a rather attractive
middle-aged woman
in a dress
designed
for a teenager
and thus
divulging
a number of her
assets
bent down
and
spread her arms
around a child
then
accosted
and
advised
one male tourist
outfitted with
a dangling
large camera
with
the lens cap
on
that
under no circumstance
should he
photograph the child
she said
she was
keenly
aware
of perverts
i must admit
that i’ve
never seen
so many iphones
used at one time
i’m pretty certain
that they
weren’t
all
making phone calls
back to the states

pandemic…

pandemic

i’m having
difficulty breathing
these days
the air is heavy
with the ash
of funeral pyres
so many souls
cast into the four winds
from every
corner of the world
women and children
old and young
even those whose life
has not yet begun
wrapped still
in their mother’s womb
i’m having
difficulty breathing
these days
the air is heavy
with the ash
of funeral pyres
battles raging
while the funeral pyre ‘s lit
they cool not
before the next soul
ascends to the pyre
while war’s fears
again fill the air
no time to dry tears
just more
flames ushering souls
i’m having
difficulty breathing
these days
the air is heavy
with the ash
of funeral pyres

private property…

private property

for all your world wars
you are now the proud owners
of a planet’s death

cancellation of travel plans…

cancellation of travel plans

no angels
on high
proclaiming
what to star
to follow
nor
yellow brick road
leading to oz
just putrid city street
lined with vacant lots
vacant lots
planted with the cast-offs
of society
this is
the new way
found in every city
for mumbai
to chicago
ocean to ocean
waves of derelict souls
ignored
and brought
to the boiling point
when they
should’ve been kept
refrigerated
now
the rancid consequence
of ignorance
takes it toll
go ahead
call the police
they aren’t coming
these streets
are too
dangerous
for
armed men
best that
you
never arrive

honey pack my bags…

honey pack my bags

aunt bea
had just finished
watching
a program
on the mountain indians
in columbia
she said
honey
i am up
and
out of here
those men
understand
the importance
of a woman
and
daily
show
their respect
for
the source
of their
being
not only
that
but they know
like most women
god
is
a woman