Category: Poetry

Don’t forget to register to vote.
Don’t ever decline to rock the boat.

Please, do not fade into the background.
Please, don’t wait for someone else to be crowned.

Yes, just now, you must be overwhelmed.
Yes, I myself a recent moved helmed.

No, it’s not more than you can handle.
No, this journey won’t end in scandal.

How do I “know” that you will be fine?
How have we survived each finish line?

Because, we pay heed to living sense.
Because, we tend both sides of the fence.

These are the acts of self-possession…
They hold answers to every question.

For: J

Venom sucked from wound & spat onto page.
Viral infections, I will not let rage.

We know from what to do with our anger.
Fearless minds wait out the passing rancor.

All must process, but not all is valid.
Digesting toxins makes us grow pallid.

So we employ bare holes, crannies & nooks.
We paint ugly pretty; sculpt & write books.

Too thankful for my filter creative.
It makes even the toxic feel native.

Try to pass off your greed as practical.
Yet, everyone knows that it’s tactical.

Play-spending the spoils of another’s bulk.
Going green like the Incredible Hulk.

Playing coveting as realism.
Blind & deaf to all you’ve left in schism.

Just because no one is talking to you…
Does not mean the issue wasn’t talked thru.

Expecting a place with scant investment…
Is why you’re now under reassessment.

If only we had a referendum…
We wouldn’t need corrective momentum.

We’re running out of room to back shit up.
Ignoring red flags makes for ends abrupt.

We’re back to zero; I’ll have you know.
Don’t come at me with affections faux.

Keep room between us in company.
To me, you’re no longer somebody.

No one worries I’ll ever be cruel.
I will not speak…much less start a  duel.

If confrontation’s necessary,
I’m no pushover. I will parry.

Assume boundaries; respect each one.
It’s not about us, when said & done.

The point’s peace…& memories for them.
We are now each other’s phantom limb.

I see you there struggling just to get by.
That place is over for you. So, why oh why…

Do you give up so much just for an address?
Happiness could be yours for a whole lot less.

I know you see me. You can’t fucking miss it.
My auto-autopsy here on exhibit…

For every soul in our circular gamut.
My colors shared proudly with all, godammit.

Time to build together; we two rolling stones.
You’ve spent all your hope there & I’m backing loans. 

Marriage, sometimes, seems about choosing a captor.
Bound to in-house coercive velociraptor.

Paired with trusted manipulator unto death.
They’re inevitably brainwashed; heart, mind & breath.

Withholding of affection to assert controls.
So, it erodes connection’s core…collecting tolls.

Stunted loving; because it is rarely mentioned.
Acts are better when linked to words of intention.

For, I don’t see romcoms playing out in real life.
All I’ve seen is resignation twixt man & wife.

You see you in mirrors & you blame the glass?
Blame the room, the decor…but never your ass?

What is left when you’ve lashed out at all in view?
Will you shatter the sight ‘cause it still shows you?

What then? Stumble around looking for targets?
Breaking each reflection, like bulls in markets?

Where does looking everywhere but inward end?
You know it may leave you alone with your sin.

What happens when there’s only one finger left?
Seek reflection for truths of which you’re bereft.

Each age I grow stronger & know more grace.
I earn each gray & each line in my face.

Experience accumulates  with time…
As a crisp cold snow in a wintry clime.

So, the temperature plummets into freeze…
Fluffy ice flurries; showing shapes of breeze.

Layer upon layer settles on minds.
Drifts of wisdom bury & blizzards blind.

A perfect crust, a driven slush, ice melts.
Unique as the flake, like nobody else. 

No one said fighting to live would be fun.
Fighting is all that, sometimes, can be done.

Resist where you can; while, out-creating.
Choose courses wisely for revenge plating.

If you can afford, redirect cash-flow.
Spend on hope’s progress & defund our foe.

Wealthy & healthy of body & mind?
Grants & scholarships are evil’s rewind.

Resistance spending & progressive acts…
Now, need deploying where either is lax.

I am no good at insincerity.
Even in jest, I speak with clarity.

New strangers expecting my open arms…
Don’t get that, at first, I’m gaging their harms.

I’m also prone to stretching truth wholly.
I’ve gilded the facts with hyperbole.

Drama is a matter of apertures.
Accessible even by amateurs.

Truth from the left don’t resemble the right.
Is the truth of day the same at midnight?

Kernels of truth in an epic fable…
Shine thru eons enriching round tables.

For, lies told widely with evil intent…
Cannot muffle truth’s ring & what is meant.