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Trainspotting

It was so hard to love you
difficult – but no less true
not for our lack of trying
just crying and failed pursuits.

I adored what you should be
if you had ever been free
to choose us over the fight
for the right to always flee

You so loved being needed
until us tributes pleaded
for your need in return
a concern left unheeded

I sat for hours on the bank
a stowaway on the plank
hoping for your kind reprieve
left there to grieve as I sank

I imagined I could tell
that I knew your car so well
to identify the sound –
all I found were my dreams quelled

‘Twas never your car.
cold and alone with the stars
waiting for you to arrive
still alive – gathering scars

These days I’m a parent too
trying not to be like you –
I too feel the need to flee…
look at me – nothing is new.

The Bounty

Charred wood and ash stirred to bright gold embers
violence begat flames that fold in tongues
crack like whips in darkness to inspire lust
the night takes the fire into its lungs

Thoughts are loud – though they remain unspoken
silence is where the sane call their home
the madness restrained surely dies inside
or there resides like eyes free to roam

The sounds of life are encumbered with death
all felt the time plundered as an offense
the cliff ending while they keep running on
absence becoming something immense.

But finality waits for tomorrow
they will travel no more after this
Three weeks to create a friend from nothing
one rope to end it all in abyss.

Appeal

There is something down there
   hidden in the anxiety
       I can feel it here

The vibrations crossing the distance
    to shake hands

Introduced – we both scream
                internally
    reduced to sounds and knots
pregnant with them
                    but unable to birth them.

Hush now

                                      Run

Horticulture

Let’s talk about
establishing healthy values
in yourself and others.

As for yourself
always be a work in progress
know your limits and strengths

There is a seed
inside all of us that will grow
if cared for and watered

There are weeds too
that will choke those seeds to nothing
if not ripped from the soil.

Growth is violent change
raging against the garden
within to find greatness

As for others
gardening is hard, dirty work
find the seed – inspire fruit.

That Poole Boy

There wasn’t much to go on then
but I’m glad you were my friend

When I kept running
              you kept up with me
              you saved me.

You were music and love and humor
You were intrigue and guidance
You were the high-water mark
          when it felt like I was drowning

There wasn’t much to go on then,
but for a while
                 we made our own paths together
                        and those paths exploded into new routes
           had you not been there, mine may have ended.

                                                                                         You see
There wasn’t much to go on then
but there was you,
             and for that
I would go through it all again.

The Confederacy of Dunces

“I don’t need a doctorate to know
that your facts do not fit with what I think is right”

“The wealthy want what is best for us
why else would they have all the money we helped them earn?”

“The disenfranchised are the real threat
they would kill us all had we not taken all they owned!”

“Poor people are the dregs of life
and when I get rich I’ll put them all in their place.”

“Not everyone needs a living wage
that will just raise the prices for my family to live.”

“Racism died many years ago
we even allowed one of them to be president.”

“Healthcare is a service not a right
Why should I pay taxes for your healthy life style?”

“God gives every cell the right to life
and mothers who abort should be put to death for it.”

“We need religion back in our schools
or else the Jews and the Muslims will brainwash our children.”

“Climate change is a liberal hoax
everything will cool back down once all the ice caps melt”

“They’ve said this before and been censored
but I know they’re right, it’s all over the internet!”

Mannequins

Torn fabric
         threads scattered       to        the          wind
                    reaching out for others
                                 finding


                                                       nothing.



               but reaching

Reaching should be enough
           to overcome deep cuts
                        but it’s not anymore.

         Once we were confidently clothed,
                      but deep cuts make
                                                                    
                                                                    torn

                                                                                              Fabric

          and we are made naked and anxious
                    holding rags
                               acting like that’s going to
                                                                            keep
                                                                                   us
                                                                                     together

Static

The screams
The screams!

They rise like plumes of smoke in the air
shifting sounds of ardent despair
Without words they speak of horrors
of maligned intent beyond comprehension
that sends the mind reeling
with images that want naught else but to break it.
Those who are fool enough to care
will find their heart in disrepair.

The screams!

Their relentless cacophony
permeates the night constantly.
They’ve drowned all pity in endless noise
the corpse of compassion floats amongst the hate
misery picks away at the flesh
leaving only bone to bleach in the sun.
We have but one comradery
to loathe them for their oddity

The screams.

Those souls that have seen the outside
ever in torment will reside.