Category: Poetry

We live in gardens that we tend.
Sometimes we reap & also rend.

We feed the soil blood, sweat & tears.
Compost the past for future years.

We scatter seed, bulb & tuber.
Spring brings hope & blossom’s rumor.

Rains & hoses flesh out green cells.
Drooping & dripping heavy bells.

The mornings warm before too late.
Held breath for fruit & flower’s fate.

Forged in a furnace of fairness.
Coax the courageous & careless.

Made up in medals for majors.
Done in the deepest of dangers.

Brag about brigands & bandits.
Strapped hard & solid they stand it.

Hacking at hopefuls seeking home.
Refuse refugees forced to roam.

Willful havoc wrecks all in wake.
Traitors & turncoats time will take.

Man tries to change the world; thinking to outwit chaos.
Order can be ordered…but chance does not take pay offs.

They attempt to bend earth, air & water to their will.
The ravaging of these accrues quite a fiery bill.

They want to own others; we children, women & men.
When they don’t get what they want…we witness tantrums then.

They charge china & break it; idiotically glad.
They want to be cheered & revered for vanquishing “bad”.

Their retelling of downfalls requires so much high-gloss.
Men try to change the world, they’ll never outwit chaos.

Froze once again in my petit mal shock.
You could lay me out with a feather’s knock.

I’m here, but not; just staring into space.
Bereft of my thought, the time & the place.

Plans for cosmic epochs pass in a tic.
Comprehending nirvana; one clock’s click.

Question & Answer: both given at once.
Understanding requires years & months.

I return to now, relieved of worried rage.
One fleck of omniscience left for my page.

You are alive right now…
Nowhere near final bow.

You have a voice to speak.
Defend the sick & weak.

You have a brain up top.
This bullying must stop.

We decorate this life.
We model crushing strife.

Once more, charm offensive.
Even as we’re pensive.

Curry in a hurry & tasteful nudes.
Instagram & all of its varied moods.

Pseudo cures & one carefully placed leech.
Meals made by Spanish priests…Tapas don’t preach.

Bishops in turtlenecks & crews to pine.
Not bare; but visible in clear outline.

Tarot magic & night market barters.
Celebrity & influence martyred.

Art, hate, love, hope, politics & bullies.
Space for raw voice & the filtered fully.

If you’re reading me for the very first time…
It is just not your day to discover rhyme.

I really don’t want to send mixed messages.
I don’t want you to miss what my message is.

Sometimes I don’t have one. Fuck, that’s confusing.
Poetry…Masturbation: self-abusing.

You see, new friend, I do this every day.
I process the churn of each day in this way.

Today was the happiest kind of hectic.
What’s filtering thru that lens…is eclectic.

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.