no es facil…

no es facil

aunt bea
always says grace
before eating
even if its
some takeout
that i dropped-off
on my way home
from work
she told me
there were times
when
there wasn’t much
on the table
but
family and friends
would stop by for dinner
everyone brought
something
a rabbit
or possum
an uncle had caught
cooked by his wife
some greens and corn
harvested by others
and
the occasional
bottle of whiskey
given as gift
from a wealthy employer
for
house cleaning
well done
and
even though
it wasn’t as much
as some folks had
everyone left
with
a full helping of love

evergreen…

evergreen

always
looking the same
as if
life eternal
each
branch populated
like a city street
or village
but
the ground
is littered
with the graves
of those
who spent
their lives
in service
of the illusion
of a world
changing
but
unchanged

autocatalysis…

autocatalysis

bapa dola said
there was a man
who built a strong dam
to water his grass fields
the fields grew beyond
his greatest expectations
when harvested for sale
he could find no buyers
since all the livestock downstream
had died of thirst

response to your reasonable proposal…

having heard your proposal
do not confuse
your expectations
with
my dreams
the fantasies
that line
the path
of your existence
are but
stagnate pools
not
stepping-stones
for where
i wish
to be

daydreaming…

daydreaming

when there’s no line
tween dreams and reality
is it called madness

if it’s called madness
then should we give up our dreams
dreams of love and peace

love and peace we dream
tween death’s and war’s savagery
are they called madness