I cry.
I weep.
I break
down and
I howl.
Rivers rush
down.
Then the waters
recede and
the fallow fields
grow green again.
life
The Chicken or the Egg
Sometimes I wonder which came first
The faith or the religion
The cause or the fight
The criminal or the cop
The rape or the apathy
Sometimes I wonder which came first
The chicken or the egg
And could one exist without the other
Because I, for one, would be happy
To spend the rest of my life eating beef.
Bullet Proof
I want to be bullet proof glass…
Multiple individual and separate
Sheets clear in the picture they present,
None obscuring the other yet
Together they provide a single
frame obvious in its clarity.
Sandcastles
Detours and roadblocks and gilded bars.
Lines drawn in the sand
I wouldn’t cross except
that they were drawn by a hand
that isn’t mine.
Sign Here
Why does everyone assume that all souls
Sold were bought by the devil
When roads are paved with dotted lines
and all of life’s masters demand that you sign?
After-all “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
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