tachypsychia…

did you know
that
blood
on
cold pavement
exhales
a
mist
as if
a
soul
is
departing
the
scene
sears
into the mind
like
acid
unforgettable
no
matter
how hard
you
try
that
body
that
soul
lies
before you
on
black pavement
as
you
await
the
ambulance
it’s
in those moments
that
death
becomes real
altering
the course
of
your thoughts
on
the
permanency
of
anything

 

as seen on city streets…

as i entered
the
post office
i saw
the
brown bag prophet
mailing
a business envelope
he
said
i’m gonna
propose
a new show
for
the black
entertainment network
i want them
to
seriously
think about
my
humble
proposal
for
a program
called
wait
wait
don’t
shoot me

 

abattoir…

the small ruminants
are lined up
on cold
concrete floors
use of knives
has been
prohibited
there’d be
a risk
of
noticeable
skin damage
but
there will be
no escape
nor mercy
the holding pen’s filth
will
soon
be washed away
but for now
a child
lies
unbathed
curled
in fear
for some
a child
of
god
for
others
a filthy beast
no better
than
lambs
for the slaughter
i wonder
what
do you
see
and
believe

 

hard rain…

memories
rain upon a tin roof
so gentle at first
almost soothing
but
as night hours linger
dark clouds begin to gather
and the rain pours down
harder than when
they were not memories
somehow
returning pain is stronger
than its first moments
were we not taught
that time heals all
but
apparently not
the pain of memories
in the night

 

promo codes available…

non random acts
of
violence
are framed
by
the government
as
the exception
to
policy
such
unconstitutional behavior
would
of
course
not be tolerated
by
the
senate
but
in this instance
for
national security reasons
all semblance
of
humanity
and
logic
had
to be
eliminated
and
although
national security
is
currently
at
flood stage
or
perhaps beyond
that
level
national security
excuses
continue
to
flow
oh
by the way
waders
are currently
on sale
at
gear chase