Art is a creature—built
from bones of failure, tied
with tendons of tireless days, wrapped
by fiber upon fiber of hopeful nights, filled
with blood of laughter and despair, pumped
by a heart in a beloved cage, neglected
at the behest of a brain—crawling
through a maze, trying
to stumble and walk
and run and jump
and fly and
land
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 5:28 AM UTC
oh to be a Supreme
being, sitting guilty
of nothing, judging
every person, place, & thing
from silence, quietly
whispering violence
door to door, hidden
above the highest floor,
behind words of deceased
"thoughtful" "men";
hallways full of rooms
full of nothing, never
an ounce of light, just
a din of soft shouts
beneath stolen silverware;
oh to be Supreme, being
judged by nothing, not
even a thing, not
even justice, not
even a Supreme being, not
seeing a person, nowhere,
never; oh, to be a Supreme
being is a nightmare
masquerading as a dream
Jun 30, 2022
Jun 30, 2022 at 7:57 PM UTC
Falling, eyes
Peeled, bawling
Down, rain
After rain, mud
Falling, feet
Caked, trawling
Down, mile
After mile, stone
Falling, shoulders
Sheared, hauling
Down, blade
After blade, blood
Falling, arms
Piled, crawling
Down, pound
After pound, bone
Falling, guts
Jammed, galling
Down, turn
After turn, waste
Falling, digits
Hacked, stalling
Down, class
After class, cache
Falling, crowns
Cracked, calling
Down, hope
After hope, haste
Falling, trunks
Burned, palling
Down, mass
After mass, ash
Falling, frames
Coiled, sprawling
Down, sec
After sec, gravity
Rising
Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 5:28 PM UTC
psst, bet on the game
bet on the game
big bet, big win
come on, bet on the game
(got a problem with
betting on games?)
hey, bet on the game!
hurry up, bet on the game
you know you can
bet on the game
(if you have a problem
with betting on games—)
get in here, we're
betting on the game
betting on the game
(call this number
in case you're having
trouble) it's almost
over, bet on the game
bet on the game
the odds are good
just bet on the game
(we support you)
you can bet on it
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 8:49 PM UTC
we're dead
wrong--deadly
throngs, heading
for death--& long-
itude & latitude's
gone; hope to hope to
hope again; carried
on wind, waves; ferried
in mind; waves, long-
ing kind waves;
shall we find ways
to not be dead
wrong? are the days
too short or two longs
repeating too loudly?
too proudly? too cloudly?
but Earth sang songs long
ago; She sings again,
bellowing: you're deadly
wrong.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 12:01 AM UTC
the architecture of truth falls flat
against the flourish of surrounding lies,
sparkling and glinting in the light,
drawing our gaze and jutting
their corners into compositions,
casting shadows across the truth below.
but the shoddy foundations of lies
are prone to failure and no matter
how fashionable or stylish,
time will reduce them to dust,
claiming those within their walls,
while the foundations of truth endure
time's assault like tardigrades
in the vacuum of space.
so the market of falsehoods grows,
ever eager
to keep the truth
from being bought
for as long
as possible--
let alone believed.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 1:51 AM UTC
Wash your hands / Don't touch your face
Touch your face / Touch your face
Wash your hands / Don't touch your face / or face corona
(sing in the tune of London Bridge is Falling Down)
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 3:49 AM UTC
one above another
seeking power beyond
Mother, Father, God;
three of a kind
trolled into a full house
to douse the criers with
gaslighting and rhetoric:
"make America hectic";
painting the targets brightly
through the sights of terrorists
sowing blight in the name of
white, white, white
power, money, ***
insecure, bored, loathing--
guns, roaming
thoughts, looming large
online, in hot spots
traffic's booming,
grooming a genocide
that hides in
plain sight
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
the white race, paunched,
couched in lazy righteousness
steeped in knee-jerk fright of us--
terrified by the sight of
our history of shamefulness
in every passing headline
and obit crossing the line
that makes the deadline,
day by deadly day
due to the arrogance of men
who refuse to even listen
to the obvious injustice
pouring since i don't know when--
our nation's deepest wound
forever reopened to bleed again
and again
and again
and again
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 3:42 AM UTC
a map of skulls and souls
reaped along routes of trade
a rat burrows into the demon's pen
of blissful greed and greed-
ing ignorance agreeing with
mindlessness, taken to com-
plying with heartlessness
shaved with soul-
lessness
into an empty machine--
a killing being
sentient of nothing but
blood battered faces and clean
of all graces--
a sweet decay of inhabitable spaces
do the animals care?
we decide for them
the discussion unheard, buried
in a coffin of laughing reproach
nailed shut, impaled
with ifs, ands, and buts,
but--
what if we didn't?
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC