escape from each other…

we are
from
the beginning
confined
to
within the lines
from
kindergarten
until
we are
unceremoniously
covered
with dirt
and
placed
into neat rows
with
the occasional
rebel
stuffed
into
a ceramic jar
a jar
to
be placed upon the shelf
along with
the
other
knickknacks
collections
of
framed
photos
or
mementos
from
cruise ships
none the less
we are
still confined
to
stay within
the
predefined borders
of
existence
attempts
to
escape
through meditation
or
encampment
at
some
wall to wall
walden pond
merely
represents
movement
to
another part
of
life’s venn diagram
it seems different
but
one’s thoughts
are
still within the cramped space
of
musings of others
unable
to
truly
be
independent

 

self-delusion…

can your recall
their names
those
people
you called
lifelong friends
can you
recall their
face
their voice
the warmness
of
their touch
oh
it’s not a crime
if
you can’t
but
it’s
a reminder
you
will be
forgotten

 

indiscernible effort…

chambers echo now
words
of
national healing
and
forgiveness
spoken
by
once strident
and
incendiary
voices
but
propose that
to
the dead

 

proud boys storm walmart…

in
an act
more
seditious
than
the last
another
american icon
has been
besieged
an
al qaeda-like
anarchist
moronic
mongrel mob
entered
the hallowed aisles
of
bargain basement prices
looting items
consistent
with
the american dream
carrying off
cases
of
budweiser
lays potato chips
and
condoms
politico
lindsey
in
another embarrassing
moment
for
south carolina
noted
that
no democrat complained
when
bin laden
was
killed
why the big fuss
over
this
walmart siege
or
that of
the capital
just
boys
having fun
of course
he needs
their votes
when
they get out
of
prison

 

 

an old photograph…

i am
a fading
portrait
each friend’s death
dims
a part
of
who
i am
and
each death
within
the family
makes faint
a portion
of
who
i was
soon
i will have
no eyes
to
see
into
tomorrow

 

house cleaning…

it’s the start
of
the new year
need
to go through
my
iphone
contact list
and
delete
all
the names
of
those
sacrificed
for
the
financial
and
political
gains
of
society’s
charlatans

 

gop murders and more…

one in a thousand
assassinated for their
political gain
national carpetbaggers
watching americans die

 

continuous obscurity…

these things
have
no end
birth
followed by
death
death
followed by
grief
grief
followed by
forgetfulness
it is
forgetfulness
that
let’s cycles
begin
again
cycles of life
and
hope
cycle of hate
and
anger
then
cycles of death
and
grief
followed by
cycles
of
forgetting

 

viewing the dead…

december 2000
it was
a rather
strange part
of a bike tour
a mandatory viewing
of
uncle ho
where
we
in
a single file
walked solemnly
around
his glass enclosed
preserved
body
soldiers
assured
that there would be
no
photos
or
talking
it seemed
obvious
that
his true memorial
was not
within
those walls
but
outside
in the laugher
of
the school children
who
never had experienced
war
they
had moved on
from
the past
that day
made me
realize
that
we all
frequently
view the dead
whether
or
not
we want
to
admit to it
it might be
an old friend
or
a loved one
or
perhaps
just a moment
in
time
you know
that special memory
that
we
must view
over
and
over
again
a viewing
that keeps us bound
to
yesterday
and
unable to move on
to
the rest
of
life’s tour