the perfect video game…

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

 

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

 

other people’s problems…

their tears and sadness
should not disturb your night’s sleep
sounds outside your door
should be ignored but you might
have to lock doors tomorrow

 

the road to pain…

with
stones of doubt
stuffed
into a backpack
the journey
begins
emotions
on
uneven footing
at first
there’s
a willingness
to
step over
shattered expectations
then
comes
compromising
on
the path
to
be taken
traveling
in
darkness
instead
of
the light
small clearings
from
chaos
give a false sense
of
hope
but
soon
brambles
of
hate and injustice
narrow
the aimless course
days
become nights
nights
become sadness
sadness
becomes
an eternity

 

triangle tattoos…

the hands
on
the old man’s watch
stopped
as
if
his fears
had entered
an inanimate object
he stared out
from
his apartment window
into
the darkness
memories
projected
onto
today
men
in black uniforms
herding people
into
the street
cursing each breath
they took
striking anyone
who resisted
the poor
the elderly
man or woman
it
made no difference
for
they were not seen
as
humans
but rather
the cause
of
a
sick nation
but now
he was
in
america
and
the scene
that
took place last night
must have been
a nightmare
for
this is
portland

 

ice cream headaches…

waking up
at
night
long
before
dawn
digital clock
mocks
requests
for
sleep
cold sweat
and
megrims
of
uncertainty
throb
as
pulses
of
questions
expand
veins
questions
of
why
or
for
what
purpose
have
some
died
their
shallow graves
in
the earth
of
freedom
are
eroded
by
ignorance
and
hate
leaving
only
that
numbing pain
that
last
for
centuries