Category: Poetry

Ostara was a festival of Spring’s hope.
Queers, please show up; let them see your face at home.

Make them hear the music; be your bestest self.
Dust “change hearts & minds” from last century’s shelf.

They’ll see the heartbreak in the shine of our eyes.
Empathy will inoculate them to lies.

News is like sipping from a firehose these days.
We are feeling hunted in so many ways.

It is time to give voice to anxiety.
Commit our importance to society. 

Brain Vomit, please get out of my head.
Slop onto my page; read or unread.

Valves release & I can stay alive.
Pressure gauges drop & I’m revived.

Just here & now, this precious time pearl.
Within which, I am God of this world.

Slim control in the melees of life.
I carve what I crave with my penknife.

I build my worlds with words, songs & paste. 
Now never feels like a thing to waste.

Wanting to run while still fighting to stay.
Cognitive whiplash on offer each day.

Arrows on cliff faces; all pointing down.
Hijinks worthy of roadrunner renown.

Panic on Wall Street & shuttered discos.
Hollowed out storefronts line San Francisco.

Two flight crashes; yet pundits seem bemused.
They gut the FAA & you’re confused?

Last but not least, health’s now run by a boor.
Upon the world stage we’ve fell from the fore.

Our only home & it’s on fire.
More hot than it should ever be, 
meltin’ every highway.
We’re living in this world while it’s on fire.
Each day catastrophe, 
but none of us can fly away.

Oh, oh oh oh oh
We got our heads in the sand, 
glass forming all around.
Oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
They’re heating up every brand
& they’re not backing down.

This world is on fire.
Their pants are on fire.
We live under fire.
This world is on fire.

Look at our globe; it’s just aflame.
So bright it can melt your eyes.
Can’t look the other way.
We can try; but we’ll never escape this game.
We’re not on top of the curve.
Last place in a race to burn, say:

Oh, oh oh oh oh
We got to get to high ground, 
before it all burns down.
Oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh
Poke our heads thru the clouds,
beg for rain to come round.

This world is on fire (fire, fire)
This planet’s on fire (fire)
They’re playing with fire (fire, fire)
This world is on fire (fire)

Everybody waking to their lies.
‘Cause we can see dollar signs in their eyes.
Watching as the world blinks out of skies.
Nobody knows of any other world,
No place for boys or girls.
But they’ll just let it burn, baby, burn, baby

This world is on fire (fire, fire)
They’re setting a fire (fire)
One big dumpster fire(fire)
We’ll walk thru the fire (fire, fire)
•••
Our only world & it’s on fire.

Now, new-ish threats of citizen deporture.
Inalienable rights are now forfeiture.

Naval library ousts Maya Angelou.
Yet, they kept Mein Kampf…because that’s what they do.

They’re building narrative- “oppressed caucasians”.
An incel empire of toxic persuasion.

Brought back extinct wolves; why not Neanderthals?
Knuckles already drag thru congress’s halls.

Each day I learn living all over again.
Surviving these years, can peace & calm reign then?

The folly of the sighted is the strength of the blind.
They actually listen & understand in kind.

Their worlds are colored by hyper & brilliant senses.
Inner vision & sound married in mind’s eye lenses.

Not to mention, touch, taste & smell melded in tandem.
They build true forms of their world both direct & random.

A life unsighted where eyes do not prioritize.
New definitions of beauty without all the lies.

For, I cannot always trust just my two eyes alone.
They’re snobby; but other senses stretch sight’s narrow zone.

Synaptic highways born of pain…
Ricocheting around my brain.

Savaged from joint, muscle & bone…
Red raw nerves screaming hurt alone.

Broken by stress, time & usage…
Spirit & strength bear abusage.

Stretched by prayer, hope & Mythos…
Respite barely known in Hypnos.

Healing settles in distraction.
Injured pain…mind’s first redaction.

Turning into Frankenstein’s Monster over here.
Nauseatedly green, pallid & clearly queer.

Mismatched components rough-sewn to make up the whole.
Strange muscle fiber under patchwork brain control.

Like composite furniture, there are extra screws.
Two there in the neck lets me recharge on a fuse.

I retrieve all the pieces that fell by the way.
Assembly required…each & every fucking day.

I do fear my end; when storms knock out the power.
In that case, I could fly tin kites from high towers.

See…being a monster holds some security.
Folks have always been fearful & ever will be.

Small minds need villains so their small worlds are a prize.
They can’t be free or rare; so they hate us…surprise.

Money is spreading thin from coast to coast.
Too little butter over too much toast.

World in war over a mutual lie.
Currency’s fake; it’s pursuit, our black eye.

Those who’ll come next will excavate our tombs.
Assumptions born over what’s in our rooms.

Plastics & papers; our mobile tender.
From framed tech on walls, was our god rendered.

Screens in landfills & inside our caskets.
Fair guess, we arrived in hell by baskets.

I stand by my shadow he’s done nothing wrong.
So then, why does he fade, draw thin & grow long.

He has stood here, by my side, my whole life thru.
Hiding only nights & each day 12 to 2.

I can’t even compare family & friends.
Loves haven’t come close to the time my shade spends.

Still, some would think me a sad & lonely soul.
Yet, I enjoy my company…it takes no toll.

I can make eye contact with myself in a mirror.
Can you sit in silence & come out clearer?