thoughts while reading her sedoka…

her tears are her words
pages filled with memories
memories of nights by his side

memory’s journal
pages stained with her lost dreams
dreams once as real as warm flesh

las vegas and long term memory disorders…

let’s not talk right now
about gun control since we’re
hoping you’ll forget

 

acts of pure evil or pot calling the kettle black…

i’ve come to believe
that envy’s behind evil
blind desires for fame
destruction of true heroes
to steal another’s glory

 

from hallowed ground…

lingering light of lost lives
reflected in moments unspoken
tears arise from the earth
for those still living
among erida’s children