yours merely postponed…

the body
of
a decomposed dream
is embraced
by
the fingers
of
sagebrush
along
the
rio grande river
no one
will come
to
claim
the body
but
when
the waters rise
it
will flow into the sea
like
so many
other
dreams
and
come to rest
upon
the sea’s floor
and
when
the weight
of
these
unfulfilled dreams
becomes
too
great
the core
of
the earth
will
crack
and
shake
reminding
the living
of
their
impending death

 

harvest….

when
the children
do not pray
do not ask
them
why
you
know the answer
when
the children
curse this life
do not ask
them
why
you
know the answer
when
the children
ignore death
do not ask
them
why
you
know the answer
when
the children
watch
you bleed
and
do not
offer help
do not ask
them
why
you
know the answer
when
the children
dance
upon your grave
do not ask
them
why
you
knew the answer

 

america’s dark age…

darkness brings self doubt
like a child with the lights off
fears of the unknown
hiding under the covers
pretending all will be well

 

ipad presidential news …

surely this ain’t real
don’t want to get out of bed
with what i’m reading
too many monsters in my head
are found in the morning news