eye floaters…

 

as
the years
went by
he
swore
that
he could see
the strings
that
tied
him
to this earth
pass
by
his eyes
fibers
of
his
fading memories
translucent
ties
to yesterday
that
no one else
could
see
sometimes
full
fragments
of
time
would float
into
the ether
as
he stood
helpless
as
all
aging observers
of
death’s arrival
those
were the times
when
well-meaning practitioners
of
the healing arts
would
say
he was
despondent
tho
he heard them
he
chose not
to
explain
the nearness
of
death
to those
with
the light
of
hope
in their eyes

 

touch…

 

one would have
rightly
assumed
that
by now
science
could provide
a more
refined definition
than
some
proprioceptive
mumble jumble
for
that current
that
flows
through our bodies
when
we’re
in
each other’s arms
some
scientific term
to
capture
when two souls
merge
into
a single energy
celestial fusion
perhaps
but
even that
fails
for one
has no reference
for
true rapture
just
a series
of
words
written
by
poets

 

bodies left to rot…

 

how easily
the night
surrounds a dream
enclosing it
in
darkness
and
how
quickly
a dream’s
breath
can be stolen
ceasing
its heart beat
leaving
a cold corpse
of
hope
lying face down
in
the mire
of
hatred
human transgressions
against
gentle souls
carried out
with
a strong
esprit de corps
by
maggots
on
the body
of
humanity

 

arrogant and self-righteous…

 

there you are
talking
all high-and-mighty
like
a preacher
from
a pulpit
sermonizing
’bout
the need
for
others
to stop
their
sinful ways
yet
you alone
deny
food and shelter
to
the poorest
you alone
deny
the sick
a healing hand
unless
the palm
already
holds a coin
if not
thy will be done
thereby
issuing
death warrants
to millions
just
to add billions
to
billionaires
you alone
deny
children
access
through
the doorway
from
deprivation
to
a future
you
alone
america
you
alone

 

addendum to a sermon…

honey
tell that preacher man
that
sinning
ain’t all that bad
i’ve tried it
and
child
it was so sweet
even
with hell
below
my feet
lord
that
first kiss
sent
me a reeling
and
by
the fourth
sunday’s sermon
was
as forgotten
as
where i put my car keys
when
i was asked
to
stay

 

ah students of pangloss…

you’ve chose to fight fair
honor before victory
sell that to the dead
or newly orphaned children
caged within your ignorance