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you thump around with all your glory-
unwarranted authority
masses smile, clap, to great your eminence
masked grimace
before the roar, silence at the door-
     click
the terror mute
no one there to rebuke

breathe.

oh what it must be like to be a male
Carlota Vieques Jun 2020
when the rigid mass that gnaws at your stomach
is really the heft and poison of a sullen heart
Carlota Vieques May 2020
In the mornings I
think I will accomplish one
maybe two, probably not three
things

Euphoric peak that
diminishes with the un-
invited solar noon and fixed
fate
Everyday
Carlota Vieques May 2020
I used to dream in black
A nightmare with a dark hue
Faces fleeting fast
all under the suspicion of
an indistinguishable mask

A world without empathy
Humans hidden beneath
a silhouette of self-absorption
Tenderness terminated by
an uncontested abortion

I'm no longer asleep
Rapid eye movement supplanted by
the torment of heavy eyelids

I stare out into the mean and bloodthirsty chasm of life
Up at the misguidance of individualistic rulers

This is reality
Carlota Vieques Apr 2020
Brains are fickle things
Mine is a skyrise
With fifty floors

There is an open sign
It reads:
twenty-four hours,
seven days a week,
no rest.

Seven thousand zealots
Devoutly at their keyboards
Tap, tap, tap,
enter

Eureka!

Each floor oscillates in rhythmic unison
With the pulse of their caffeine ridden bodies

Eureka!

“Tell The Boss”

“Have you talked to The Boss?”

Whispers emerge:

“The Boss can’t appreciate our work”

“She is lazy”

“Our ideas are worthless then”

“I hate her”

Work isn’t mandatory, but it won’t stop. It can’t stop.
They work too quickly for me.

Robert brings me his last report.

“You are undeserving of this place - of our ingenuity - a waste of its capabilities”

Ashamed, The Boss hangs her head.
Carlota Vieques Apr 2020
Have you ever been in Love?

yet trapped in a box
with enclosing walls
limited oxygen
struggled breathing
shaking hands

but when you open the box
you see it's not you

the apparition of love is sitting in your box
smiling
waving
all in congenial mockery

because you're afraid to be alone

Have you ever been in Love?

Because I have not.
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