devil’s gut…

devil's gut

once
a vibrant nation
now
a host
for
aggressive
parasitic personas
that
devour
the
salutary substance
of
freedom
creeping
and
strangling
until
freedom’s
death
leaving
hollow
promises
for
our children

 

 

god bless ye merry gentlemen…

god bless ye merry gentlemen

unwrapping presents
sharing moments of laughter
all’s well in your world
a limited world
excluding homeless children 
and those left alone by time
have another glass of cheer

 

 

alien abductions…

alien abductions

abandon all hope
a science fiction film voice
where strange aliens
force women to bear offsprings
not supreme beings but court

 

 

is you stupid or what…

is you stupid or what...

ain’t that something
there you are
with
your golden brown skin
lying next to
a body
bleached
by
evolution
a body
that wants
to look
like you
and
you
want to act
like her
so you’re
sunbathing
on the deck
baking
in the summer sun
she’s sure
to look like
a red lobster
from this
blistering sun
and
when
you’re done
you’re
sure
to resemble
an
over baked
pie crust
so
at the end
of
the day
your goals
will have moved
further apart
since
you’ve both forgotten
how
the eyes
of
history
see you

dropping the ball…

dropping the ball

the old pastor
approached
the young man
after
hearing him
berate
a teenage parishioner
who
had 
dropped
a fly ball
spinning around
this novice
of
life
yelled
don’t tell me
how to coach
old man
smiling
the gray haired
parson
said
i wasn’t trying to
i was
hoping to
teach you
how
to think

border crossing…

wholesale deli life

normally
he would
have
ignored
the bodies
on the road
from
horseback
one
often
sees
such
dried out forms
along
the border
but
these
were smaller
than
usual
emaciated
hands
and
limbs
of
children
grasping
larger hands
that were
buried
in
the sand
hands
touching
each other
with
such a sense
of
belief
a belief
wanting
to
deny
that
death
could happen
in
this
promised land
of
freedom

now that you’ve asked…

prayer or staged devotion...

beliefs
empty shelves
for
the homeless
and
blind believers
of
words
translated
from
a contrived text
carefully
written
to
reflect
current
marketing trends
but
as
the market
has changed
numerous
rewrites
have been
required
rewrites
where
history
remains
but
a culturally
accepted
mass
propaganda
used
to shape
young minds
into
a fantasized
void
of
yesterday
where
lollipop kings
and
fairy queens
grant
wishes
that
should have never
been
made

auditory suppression…

auditory suppression

when death
comes
in
large numbers
all
at once
it’s
like
a sudden
down pouring
of
rain
that floods
our
consciousness
shaking us
to
our very core
but
child death
from
hunger
is more
like
a steady
dripping
in
the background
that
we soon
learn to ignore
that
sound
we hear
every
ten seconds
a child’s death
a child’s death

 

 

all ye little children…

all ye little children

lungs
filled with drops
of
death
children
drowned
in
others’ ignorance
babes
that couldn’t swim
in
the strong currents
of
political ambition
where
swift waters
of
self-obsession
pull
the innocent
into
the undertow
of
unofficial
campaign rhetoric
but
grave side mourners
should be
comforted
the dead
will be offered
prayers
from
their assassins
offered up
in
a voice
as
familiar
as
any traitor
of
life

had they found the body sooner…

had they found the body sooner...

a child
appears to be
school-age
the lifeless form
was found
lying
in a hospital bed
breathing tubes
in
place
no evidence
of
foul play
but
the parents reported
the child
was
forced
to go
to school
without a mask
governor’s mandate
and
although
the governor’s fingerprints
were not found
at
the scene of the crime
on
the child’s body
given
the passage
of
time to death
he remains
the prime
suspect