emotional pantomime…

emotional pantomime

a wake
not the time
for
a family reunion
so
there will be
no
final goodbyes
what
we are
and
were
will remain
rusted
in ignorance
of
each other
choices
you
made
now
nothing
can free
the hands
of
time

crazy old woman…

crazy old woman001

stumbles on broken sidewalk
heart pacer kicks in
unable to rise
moment of hope
sees young family
they stare away
walk around her
on the street
good parents
teaching child
not
to speak
to
strangers
bruised
struggles to find
her new iphone
tells husband
morning walk
has gone
awry

 

 

how to manage children with challenging behaviors…

punishment must be immediate
if it’s going to be effective
every child psychologist knows that
so dear god i recommend
reconsideration of judgement day

 

no fault of their own…

life leaves battle scars
soul’s deep emotional wounds
that transcend rational thought
symptoms are hate and anger
pressed upon the innocent

 

combat episodes…

he’d seen
every
john wayne
movie
and
every
episode
of
cops
his
black
spit shined
boots
set off
his
neatly pressed
military
fatigues
and
sheriff’s badge
looking
totally
combat ready
carrying
the M4 carbine
slung
across
his chest
he was
well prepared
for
his starring
role
so with cameras
rolling
the team
burst
into
the family’s home
shattering
the wooden door
with
explosives
then
flash grenades
to
dramatize
their entry
finding
crying children
mother
naked
in bed
father
slammed
to
the floor
as
he tried to defend
those
he loved
then
shots fired
teenage son
in pool
of
innocent blood
dark like
his skin
radio interrupts
the production
filming
they’re
at
the wrong
address

poison the well…

words carefully dropped
into a child’s mind to hate
contaminates life

 

the perfect video game…

there’s mass destruction
manipulated humans
destitute children
no personal involvement
it’s our governmental games

 

christmas eve spies…

such clever
children
to
subtly suggest
that
the christmas tree
be situated
just
below
that old floor vent
a vent
that
from
the second floor
became
a perfect
christmas eve
observation post
for
viewing
those
unwrapped presents
too large
to
fit
beneath the tree
wagons
bikes
and
such
one merely needed
to pretend
that
sugar plums
were
dancing
before
silently
initiating
the night’s reconnaissance mission
a fool proof plan
until
secret agent mom
closed
the vent

 

course of study…

whitewashed history
pages of propaganda
taught in public schools
subjugation without chains
an embedded enslavement