making america great again…

witch doctor

stare into the sun
your retina will be burned
foolish votes burn more

writers’ manifesto…

writers-manifesto

you may
silence
our words
but
never
our thoughts
you may
uproot us
but
never
our history
you may
proclaim
victory
but
never
will we accept
defeat
so
the battle
rages
even while
you sleep
and
like
an earthquake
we shall
move
the very ground
you
stand on

sailing into brisbane…

sailing-into-brisbane

onboard
dining time
conversations
abound
stock market tips
relationships
with children
marital rifts
funeral plans
and
an array
of other topics
generally
held
close to the chest
like
a winning hand
in poker
are
now shared
freely
with
a thousand
or more
floating confidants

the whoreson must be acknowledged…

the-whoreson-must-be-acknowledged

it does not matter
that
the sun
shines
through
your window
on
this cold
winter’s day
warming
the comforters‎
of
your bed
as you
wake
for
darkness
envelops
the nation
as pathetic players
enter the stage
for
a tragicomedy
of
pantomimed promises
the players’ minds
cannot perceive
the sun’s reflection
in the eyes
of
your soul
nor do
they care to
for you
are
but
a commodity
and
they
the new
slave traders
offering up
your
flesh
to be scorched
with
corporate
or
government
brands
of course
dependent upon
the
highest bidder
your
righteous
complaints
of mistreatment
will be
addressed
with
more lies
ah
indeed
this
night
pities
neither
wise man
nor
fool

a circle unto itself…

a-circle-unto-itself

we struggled to walk
as a child seeking freedom
so too as we age

so too as we age
midlife battles rage like when
we struggled to walk

we struggled to walk
life’s path for so many years
so too as we age

drumpf’s gardens…

drumpfs-garden

while walking dried blood
splattered against a white wall
blooms of hate and fear

the funeral awakes…

the-funeral-awakes

each
of
the tears
that press
tight
against
your skin
is
a memory
of the life
we now
mourn
some
like youth
move quickly
from eye
to chin
others
like
a first kiss
slowly
move
from eye
to lips
salty
but
sweet
others
like
random memories
move without
true course
to the ground
falling without
a single sound
and there
they
stay
like all
who leave
the womb