savor…

an old school candy jar
one of a kind
filled with
the finest sweets
individually wrapped
like
they were
special moments in time
these days
they’re unavailable anywhere
so
it can’t be restocked
of course
when young
the jar seemed
immense
and
the candies
were
endless
grasping handfuls
didn’t seem to affect
the supply
but
over time
the jar began to look
depleted
slowing
the pace
of
consumption
didn’t seem to slow
the rate
of
depletion
it’s obvious
now
the jar
will soon be empty
like
life

 

incantation to the dead…

child
there ain’t
no use
talking to the dead
your
calling upon
them
to
help the living
just
ain’t got a chance
in
hell
of changing a damn thing
do you
really
believe
they care
whether
or
not
a child goes to bed hungery
or
some common man
gets
evicted from his home
cause
he can’t pay the rent
or
whether
or
not
some working person
loses their job
and
can afford to meet
their family’s
most
basic needs
hell
you better take
a closer look
those bodies
you see seated
are
mere apparitions
of
what
might
have been
alive
once
but now
they just occupy
a senate seat

 

self-protection…

before
their eyes
opened
fine threads
of
social expectation
were
layered
around
the infant form
distorting
the view
of
the outside world
and
stunting
the growth within
an arrested development
caused by
a malnutrition
of
truth
as had been expected
with such containment
there were fatalities
but such deaths
were easily
projected onto upbringing
and

or
personal parental failures
leaving the society
blameless
those that
finally
emerged
from
the cultural cocoon
were
as
had been planned
unable to discern
social injustice
accepting
the white cane
of
forced poverty
that denied
them access
to
most of the entry points
of
success
living their lives
as
moths
flutter around
the flame
of
hate
most disconcerting
to
the oligarchy
however
were
the few
that emerged
as
dragons

 

kintsugi…

a shattered nation
fragmented faith in freedom
can it be repaired
will the craftsmen who broke it
join and form truth’s golden bond
or will this nation
remain broken by greed’s hate
deliberately smashed
a broken vessel to be
tossed into history’s bin

 

potemkin village…

white house
press
releases
are passed out
from
the stage
noting
that
presidential attorneys
are scavenging
state courts
for
evidence
of
the anti-tooth fairly
a left leaning pixie
known
for stealing
votes
in
the dead of the night
from
locked ballet boxes
though
its existence
has been questioned
by
almost everyone
there are
a few believers
wearing
bright red attire
to
attract
and
trap
this elusive critter
trappers
unfortunately
have been using
monkey traps
bated
with
silver coins
most of the trappers
have been unable
to remove their hand
from the coconut
for
some unspecified reason
meanwhile
back in washington
the
construction
of
the orange knight’s kingdom
continues
using
only
the finest fabrications

 

ciudad santuario…

sassy little city
ain’t listening
to
nobody
dressing
as
she pleases
got
million of hearts
so
never misses
a beat
dares
to speak
in
tongues
without
any damn
divine inspiration
or
apology
to
xenophobic zealots
that
refuse
rights
to others
in
their stolen land
so she
lifts up her skirt
to give
the oppressed
someplace
to
hid
never revealing
where
or
how
they arrived
she merely
smiles
and
walks away
then
pulls
the curtain
of
night
leaving
the fools
sitting alone
in
the dark

 

now that was helpful…

love’s fluidity
makes defining
difficult
if
not
impossible
thus
the perfect subject
for
dreamy
lovesick poets
proposing endless lines
of
poetry
about
the undefinable
fine
melodic verses
revealing
nothing
at all
about
what lies
concealed
within
the soul

 

persnickety…

sermons
always contained
just
enough
sideline sunday sin
to
engender
a level of guilt
that
fosters
donations
proportionate
to
perceived public perception
of
sins committed
offenders
carefully monitor
smiles
smirks
and
direct scours
of
other parishioners
to
assess
the level of discernment
by
said
members
to
the number of sins
previously
thought
to be
undisclosed
following
this post sermon survey
as
the collection t plate
canvasses the congregation
the magnitude of
the visible
repentance offering
is
adjusted
and
humbly given
but
with
flare