four shredded sheets…

four shreddded pages

nothing
left
of
the dream
cracks
in the rampart
have
let
truth’s darkness
overwhelm
the dim light
of
national myths
now
the broken 
sharp
edges
of
reality
protrude
into
each day
severing hope
from
well-tutored
promises

 

 

cashing out…

cashing out

been investing
in
this nation
all
my life
but
haven’t seen
any
real dividends
in
fact
current market trends
due
to
wholesale
insider trading
by
republicans
has
made
the commodity
of
freedom
a
poor
long term
american investment
so
i’m
considering
divestment
in
the promissory notes
of
freedom
for
reinvestment
in
portugal

herd immunity…

herd immunity2

a democracy
fed
a steady diet
of
misinformation
soon
becomes immune
to
the truth
the guilty
are
found innocent
the cruel
are
given the rule
and
the virus
of
fascism
soon
invades
the entire body
of
the nation

 

 

life’s night in america…

life's night in america

walk life’s forest floor
and you will see human fear
darkness surrounds all
even one’s breath’s shrouded in
survival’s desperation

 

 

there will always be ants….

there will always be ants

when
i was a child
i
would watch
the ants
diligently
going about their chores
sort
of
a walt disney
plot
where the grasshopper
is eventually
left to winter’s cold
because
of ignoring
the planning process
but
as i
got older
i realized
that
we’re
the ants
working
for
the grasshopper
who’s
stealing
everything
we
attempt
to store

devil’s gut…

devil's gut

once
a vibrant nation
now
a host
for
aggressive
parasitic personas
that
devour
the
salutary substance
of
freedom
creeping
and
strangling
until
freedom’s
death
leaving
hollow
promises
for
our children

 

 

alien abductions…

alien abductions

abandon all hope
a science fiction film voice
where strange aliens
force women to bear offsprings
not supreme beings but court

 

 

deception…

deception

a sliding scale
from
poisonous politeness
to
grand larceny
nations
unwilling
to
look
into
their own mirror
for fear
the reflection
will
show
their true self
the deep
festering scars
of
injustice
the blood shot eyes
of
drunken power politics
and
the cancerous
rotting
flesh
of
freedom
so
it’s been
decided
to
replace
all
the mirrors
with
hand painted
mythical
portraits
of
nonexistent
nations
found only
in
panglossian pages
of
history

 

 

like black elk…

crazy old woman001

all of my beliefs
all my passionate moments
gone from existence