rooseveltian revenge…

rooseveltian revenge

now
i’m not one
to
gossip
and
spread
unfounded rumors
but
just yesterday
while
waiting
for
church to start
i happened
to
overhear
that
one of our
local politicians
had
suffered an
untimely
death
seems
he visited
the wilderness area
he was
so opposed to
and
suffered a
debilitating
injury
honey
that just means
he couldn’t walk
anyway
he called 911
and
they sent out
a couple of paramedics
his exwife
was one of them
well
when they got there
they started in with their
professional questions
name and such
and when
they got to his age
he said
sixty-five
honey
he’s 80
if
he’s a day
well
his dear exwife
said
since this is
federal land
and
protected by
the antiquities act
all
they could do
was to take
his photo
so they did
and
left him there
lord
didn’t it
get cold last night

in the final stage…

ficus2

bapa dola
said
hate and anger
are
like
ficus seeds
perhaps
embedded
at first
with righteousness
but
if not
removed
by hands
of forgiveness
in prayer
their roots
soon reach
down into
the very soil
of the soul
and
upward
into the canopy
of the mind
blocking
all light
of reason
in time
strangling all
that was
or
could be
leaving
only
a hollow core

hell hath…

he awoke
recalling
his knife
had been
on the nightstand
he had
no concerns
then
since
she was
weak
but now
his
hands and feet
were bound
to the bed
not hers
she stood
above him
fully dressed
and
smoking
as she walked
to the motel door
he could smell
a strong odor
of gasoline
and then
recalled
she
didn’t
usually
smoke

saved from evil…

waves of anger
crash against
the shores
of reason
as
the plaintiff
now
staring
into the eyes
of
the
accused
the
abused
who
for
so many years
was silent
never speaking
repressing
all emotions
but
now
in this courtroom
as the mad hatter
approaches the bench
to object
to
the truth
the single shot
plastic derringer
is tight against
the skin
like
this beast
was
so
many years
ago
and then
redemption

seeking revenge…

digital decoupage cwmartin

shadows
of
the dead
dance
within
your head
blocking the light
of the new day
leaving you
blind
to existence
so
your heart
lies
within your chest
as dry
and
hard
as
a desert rose