dark damp ground…

leading a walk
through
the rainforest
the naturalist
said
it’s always
the one thing
you fear most
that shows up
during these walks
be it poisonous
bugs
or
snakes
and
sure enough
loudly strolling
through
the forest floor
an off course
politician

a child’s play…

let’s play a game
of
pretend
you pretend
with
a sincere stare
that you
truly care
about
the problems
of
others
their welfare
and
rights
to make
independent choices
under
the mantle
of
freedom
and as part
of
this dolos script
let’s
have you say
that race
and
social status
have nothing
to do
with
what you’ve proposed
say
you’re
merely
protecting
against voter fraud
and
only have justice
as
the center piece
of
your policies
oh
and let’s throw in
that
political ambition
and
power
are not
the stimuli
for
the actions
and
threats
that
you’ve made
those heavy handed measures
are
to defend
freedom
it’s
really
not
fascist
and i’ll pretend
that all you
say
and
do
isn’t
just about
you

ancient bones speak…

i lie here
among
severed spines
from
lynchings
and
shattered skulls
from
clubs and shotgun blasts
so
i’ve grown tired
of
all the rhetoric
all
the promises
written
on
the wind
words
i’ve heard
over
and
over
and
over
again
words
that are
no more
than
sterile seeds
so
i’ve learned
there will be no
harvest
of
freedom
for
only the chaff
of hope
has been planted
into
the cracking clay
of
tomorrow
the husk
of
dreams
left there
along side
these
blood stained
bones
of
mine

 

gop superlatives…

neon flashing lights
untamed uttered words
issued without reservation
for all occasions
great and small

voter fraud and other unicorn sightings…

tell
the dead
whose
eyes
are
wide open
not
to
stare
at
the world
that’s
been
created
nor
speak
with
dried lips
about
what
has been
done
to
the earth
they inhabit
nor
those
unkept promises
made
when their lungs
filled
with
air
promises
about
freedom
those with
empty
lungs
may choose
to
ignore
the flood
of
apologies
that
serve no purpose
to those
interred
but
provide
political
fodder
for
those feeding
on
dreams
of
what can
never
be
nor
should
be

the book of dying 2:1…

death’s fallen angels always spoke lies
saying they’re mistreated and unfairly judged
claiming that truth is but falsehood
calling on men to protect them

 

the book of dying 1:10…

so death decided to send angels
death’s fallen angels the soulless men
whose words enamored but were empty
blinding the eyes to living corpses

 

they bleed don’t they…

 

all your rhetoric
can’t change one obvious fact
you’ve abused children
so go ahead and quote laws
ain’t gonna change a damn thing

 

refried confusion…

toss over-cooked fears
into ignorance’s pan
heat up with hate’s words

deuteronomy 3:26…

the brown bag prophet
gave a solemn salute
as he passed
the war memorial
it was the first time
i’ve seen him
tear up
so
i asked
if
he was okay
he said
not really
for though
we keep dying
the very freedom
paid for with our blood
is denied
and
abused
old
fat
businessmen
speak of sacrifice
as if
it were a commercial product
to be marketed
for
general consumption
but
few
have the taste
for blood
especially
their own