… and I can’t help but wonder how freeing it felt to fly.

Death . . .
the great equalizer.

The surest cure
to brazen  ambition .

Kings , Queens , princes and Popes ,

Generals , dictators , and those with false hopes .

As evil does , so it will be .

Fall so fast and hard
toppled like a cedar tree .

The vine's been cut
the branches wither

All the fruit so vile and bitter

All will burn in the heat of fire ,

the briars and vines and wooden liars .

To:  Patty m. and Steve,
cc:   Q

Re: what’s a mediocre man to do,

(freshly mind washed by the
requisite hours of deep sleep,
that washed away the webs
and dreads of yesterday’s
factoids, lactoids, and brain plaques(

so he can perchance, begin again,

(with fresh slate, white chalk screeching
on a freshly sponged whiteboard
~
(or blackboard when he rues the
upcoming with dreaded calendar
notifications notarized notations of
dead lines)

You see Stevie,
this piety poetry piercing of the soul,

(is a daily face washing, soul scrubbing
of two spies (MadMe vs  Metwo) both madder ‘n hell that life has ***-signed him a nother bothersome empty day with the curse
of justifying his existence)

oh yeah baby,
it’s a contest, a contest within,

(and i am appointed and  disappointed to be
the Sec’y of the Interior who has the key to
the broom closet, and is/in charge of his
own corners cleanup, and besides a broom,
he ain't got no tools but stale words and he’s gotta figure out nice smelling new combos to
justifying his occupying his
siloed-sole-soully space place)

in the uni(as in sole, one)verse

universe verse, get it?
445am Monday Monday

You spoke about leaving
So often and for so long
That I didn't believe
You'd ever be gone

The surroundings are broken
Black, torn, ripped, cold, dark
Trying to reach a diaphragmatic breath
You can see their breath
It’s cold and it’s only getting colder
Is it fight or flight that’s keeping them
There’s a place for them
There’s also a place for us
For you, for me, for our future children’s children
What do they add to their cauldrons?
Lust, greed, ignorance, malevolence
Can we defeat this?
Do we need to defeat this?
What would happen if this was defeated?
They’re all starving,
They going to turn inhuman
Barbarian idiocy, it’s all the same
They will not only eat you alive,
But they will also eat your soul.
At one point they were all roses
They are currently ashes.
Next, they will be dust.
Then non-existent.

who's to say my life
isn't full at twenty-nine
to each cup its own