It pumps blood
But not love
And though flooded
With toxins
Of noxious
Too often
And so like
The forbidden fruit
Becomes rotten
When serpentine
Inamoratas
Besotted
Betray it,
Delay its
Carotid
From reaching the brain
Where innate tendencies
Conflate infatuation
With fate’s
Meant to be’s
And pulse-pounding
Decrees
Of the tightening squeeze
And the ease in which
One more attack
Cardiac
Seems to break it
And render it
Barely intact
But it keeps beating on
With each stroke
Of arrest
Testing it
Till its limits
Burst out of your chest
Or unless
It is ripped from it
Like the Aztecs

And should death
Finally
Come for me
Let it be
The most eloquent,
Elegant
Of elegies
Setting free,
Setting forth,
Set in motion amidst
The last will
Of what some form of me
Still exists
As a sentiment
For
Testaments
To my penmanship
Pensively pondering
Beyond
Impermanence
Striving to find
Something out of the nothingness
Solace in solitude’s
Soothsayer
Essences
Always what I
Stayed alive for
To thrive
To revive me
Like early
Grave sights
Of the light

Quite simple
Really
You miss me
Is all you need say
Could just kiss you,
Admit to
What you stole away
And surrendered
As recompense
For such a crime
Against my
Constant warring
At ease
Peace of mind
Since it certainly
Wasn’t
The heart
I misplaced
Long ago,
Long before
In the cold
Wastes of space
Searching for
The sun’s warmth
Melting in
Your embrace
What I felt
Couldn’t possibly be
Here on earth,
Near to me
Dearly worth
All the worthless existences
Birthed in the dirt
And the dearth
Of the instances
Glimpsing
Forever
And every together
Tether
I must sever

Best make this quick
I don’t have all day
To be writing,
And writing,
And writing away
Surely would
If I could
But it never seems good
Or enough of what I
Really mean to convey

Wish I wasn’t so
Taken aback
In disgust
At how many
Grotesquely obese  
People just
Can’t control
Their consumption,
Their glutton hole,
Loneliness
Self-destruct
Button
Oppressing their
Easily addict
Dysfunction
Still eating beyond
Belly-full
Up until
Unfulfilling day’s
Outweigh
The heart-beating
Still

Seeing old friends
With the ease
Of old times
In conversing
As seamless
As everything’s fine
Just like
We were kids again
Solace in laughter
Organic
Comes natural
The jesting,
The banter,
And see you soon’s
After

Unbidden morbidity
My creativity
Vividly,
Verily,
Vying
For imagery‘s
Will to be more
Than immortal
Infinity’s
Hues of my hubris
Imbued with divinity
Solace in soulless
Omniscient
Tranquility
Still
As the undisturbed
Patience of stone
Growing old
In this cold
Outer space
I call home
I am fated
To feint
A faint life
Light has shone
Down upon me
Encircling
Halos aglow
As I circled the globe,
High and low,
Scouring
For the consummate truth
And thus through it
Empowering
Subjective
Matters
To lord
Over shadows
Of shattering egos
And selflessness
Gallows

In a ruinous,
Gloom,
Luminescence  
I bask
In an inner-pax
Casket
Upholding the task
Of an Atlas’
Grasp
As it tilts
On an axis
Of evil
Bad habits
Amassing
Misfortune’s
Still backed
By the taxing
Of hapless
Trap houses
Still buried beneath
Crushing bones
Of Damascus’
Null and void
Vast blacknesses
I inhabit
In practiced,
Yet actively
Masked in
A passive
Lugubrious
Moods
I exude
And allude to
Discretely  
In secret
Dark sides
Of my lunacy
Thesis

Distorted shapes fade,
The faces age,
The pages turn
We make mistakes
Along the way
And from them
Lessons we have learned
More often failures
Than in victories
Still writing
Ancient histories
Concluding
In a moral
Nihilistic
Burning question
In reliving such a process
Is it progress
Or regression?
If for all
Of mortal nature’s
Human races
Have embraced it
In complacency
To sameness
In perpetual stagnation
Or if they, themselves  
Have ever been
Unbidden to its languish
Active agents
In its game
Or merely subjects
To its changes

Don’t do it
For photo ops
Drops in the ocean
Of countries landlocked
In a box
Of emotionless
No self-promotion
Is known to this
Hopelessness
Open for business
But closed
To its promises
No profit-motive
Enriches this soil
A child with food
Shoes
And school books
Is spoiled
Yet toils still
Tilling
The barren waste
Rills
Cicatrizing the surface,
Eroding the hills
The foreboding,
Foreshadows,
Forecast
Upon vast
Splitting cracks
In an earth
Disappearing
Too fast
In the hazy horizon
Night tempest’s
Caprice
In precipitous
Rage
Ways of keeping
The peace
An itinerant,
Transient
Seeking
Enlightenment
Sees not the paving
Of slaves
In its bright intent

Well-rested reveries  
Wrested from respite
For just a few snooze
Button presses
I’m desperate
Exhaustion
More often
Increasing
Fatigue
Enervated
In mid-sentence
Falling asleep
And caffeine
Induced speed
Carries me
Only so
Long and far
As my train of thought’s
Willing to go
There derailed
Momentarily
Wary
Of weary
And barely  
A care
In the multi-world
Theory
Would dare
To ensnare
My mind’s
Trailing-off
Peak
When despair
Brings it down
To the depths
Of nowhere
Where except
For deceptively
Calmness of death
I am scared
Only of
Viral life
In each breath
And I guess
Of its vast
Empty space
Of unrest

So often write tragedies,
Vanities,
Ecstasies
Sympathy-seeking
Bleak
Pity parties
But when old friends
And I
Reunite  
I can’t help
But to write
In contrasting,
Unmasking,
Night shades
Of myself
Shedding light
Seldom felt
Even rarer
Exposed
To the shivering,
Shimmering,
Slithering
Prose

My turn for impeaching
Obsequious peaceniks
Are making me sick
Of these linguistic,
Jingoist sentiments
Leeching  
Off coughers  
And coffers closed
Like the schools
Teaching
Their culture supremacy
Remedies preaching
Their outreaching
White-washing,
Black-coded
Bleaching
Intentions
Descending to hell
All contentions  
Are quelled
And if any dissenters
Rebel
It is censured
As well
So extensions
Of interlope errs
On the side
Of the circumspect
State of affairs
Still divided
Itself like a house
That can’t stand
To take planned
Economic
Commands
From the man
And his red-handed
Caught in the act
Band of sycophants
Damning
The evidence
Flagrantly
Blatant
Blank-slating
The bank
Breaking laws
With impunity
Faking
More news about death’s
Final breath away
Pains in the chest
And unrest
Manufactured
As wrested from us
Is the last shred of powerful
Gods in which trust
Is soon crushed
Underneath
The hypocrisy,
Lies
Normalizing
Deceit
Can’t look me
In the eyes

Just a funky punk monkey
Still hunkering down
In a bunker
Like nuclear waste
Underground
In debunking  
Dysfunctional
Government sites
Black as nights
Without stars
Shedding light
On the sighting
Of UFO
Not so reality
Shows
I have seen
Where the wild things go
In a dream
From a nightmare returned
To tell tales
No one cares
To oblige
Even moments in passing
Me by
To describe
What utopia
Really implies
And belies
To the eye
And its peace of mind’s
Cheapest disguise
As a verdant oasis
Of homeostasis
Devoid of all suffering
Heinous disgraces
But parity
Rarely exists
In such forms  
That impurity
Prurient norms
Haven’t borne
The frail weight of the psalm
Before storm
Or the thinly veiled
Heavy crown
Lying adorns
For each rose has its thorn
And despite the new flower
In bloom on the Horn
By the ivory towers
Into
I was torn

It’s like everyone’s sick,
Or undead,
Barely living
Just breathing
Deceiving
Themselves
To forgiving
Forgettable  
Unfair elections
Regrettable
Methheads
To offset injections,
Untenable
Debt ceiling heavens
And credible threats
Weaponizing infections
Depressions
Far Greater
Than history lessons’
Most glaringly obvious
Tact of oppression’s
False flag
To enact
The unlawful tax bill
By the black-citing,
White lying
House on the hill
And a fact-averse
Bad actor
Labor unskilled
Like a fascist mask
Slash and burn
Axe in Brazil
The fell deeds
Felling trees
With the breeze
In his speech
Still releasing the kraken-like  
Corporate state’s
Global outreach
Over-preaching
Beseeching
The sheepish
To carry on sleeping
In late
And en masse
Do not gather
But rather
Look past
The gas chambers
Aghast,
Past the neighbors’
Kids torn
From their safe passage
Grasp
And the captor?
Another disaster
Enraptured
The market crash,
Mattress cash,
Ashes fall after
And then comes
The blast from the past
When the master,
Producing mass slaves
Can not sell them their own
Waking graves
Any faster

2 years elapses
Right back to the
Lapse in
The facts
In this Pax
‘Mericana
Reacting en masse
To the mass
Paranoia,
Hysteria
Spreading
Like fires
As wild
As isis kids’
Vetting
Regretting
Detention centers
And forgetting
The criminal record
Of liberty’s
Treading
In floodwaters rising
Too toxic to drink
And the carbon downsizing
Too noxious to think
So don’t blink
Or you’ll miss
The disguising
The virus,
The climate crisis
Confirmation’s
Unbiased
Bipartisan
Bickering
Bill becomes law
So you don’t see
The fatal,
Pronatalist  
Flaw  
Just a stimulus package
Diverting the crashing
And backtracking
Taxes
Like trickle down
Fascists

To not smile,
Pariah
An aberrant
Miscreant
Misfit
Just trying
To speak with
This nitwit
But split with
What intellect
Left
I can find
In the weather conditions
Of my cloudy mind
My profession
Is obvious, no?
For why else
Would I dare go
Where others
Don’t care
To lend help
Unsolicited by
An archaic tradition,
A nationalistic
Hellbent
On submission
Like juxtaposed
Visions
Of master and slave
But reversing the roles
They so woefully
Play
Not the same
As one generates
What the will
Subjugates
To apposition  
The other
Can’t contemplate
Waiting and waiting
For fate
To come save him
And prostrate
Surrenders
His praises
Betray him
Allay trepidations
Of tepid impatience
For graves to at last
Come to make
His acquaintance

Don’t want to be reading
The dreadlines again
Or seeing
The pleading,
Bereaving
Condemned
To eternal,
Infernal,
Infirmities
Sick
Of the different day,
Different plague,
Be afraid
Shtick
So we pick and choose
Truth
More appealing
And safe
And we make it replace
What no scapegoat escapes
From the burden of knowing
“So much on your plate”
To the taste
Is addicting,
Afflicting the state
Of the outdated status
Updating-site
Fake
News in its earth-******,
System
Victim-blaming,
Disastrous forsaking
Of tensions enflaming
Then breaks with reality
Leaving you waking
Up to
Shaken up,
So it’s back to the stirring
Of hurrying cups
Of productive
Consumption
Of never enough
Pics of food
On the feed
In its virulent greed
As it propagates,
Promulgates
Seeds of deceit  
And like vermin
It breeds
A posterity ceding
More user agrees
For the free-raider
Data invader’s 5G’s
So to spy with our eyes
What they hide
As we stream
Along indolently
In naive
Fever dreams
Interweaving
All that we perceive
To confines of a screen
Never blind to the scene
Yet immune to the screams
As we still hope and pray
To evade
The disease

Out in the rain
Don’t want to go in
I would
Sooner pay
To sleep in
A coffin
Even with
Dripping wet
Muddy clothes
All a mess
Of what I can attest
To being the coldest of nights
Of unrest
When from under a tin awning’s
Flickering light
I look out on this withering
Underworld’s
Plight
And recede to the shadows
Of how I can write
What the first world urbanity
Keeps out of sight
In its wish to forget
The injustice of wealthy
Elite kingdom’s
Debt
To the ones it regrets
To inform
Have no home
Just like me
Among them
In this city
Alone

Yelling at cows
To communicate
Don’t
It’s the nothing to eat
And the nothing
You won’t
It’s illiterate faith
In a written conviction
Submission
To sheepishness
Meek superstition
Conditions of living
Look closer to death
It’s traditions
Of giving
Largesse
Dispossessed
It’s a kid without shoes,
Without pants,
Without soap
It’s his future
Still stuck
In the past
Without hope
It’s a rope
Swaying from
The back-breaking
Day labor
When seasonal yields
Don’t appease
The slave trader
It’s nature sustained
In humane
Sorts of ways
Yet its plagues
Of malaise
No known substance
Allays
It’s ablaze
With the wasted,
Mismanaged,
Degraded
Potential surpluses
From scarcely
Translated
Inveterate cultural norms
Antiquated
To progress outpacing
Its status updated
It’s really just sad
In explicit
Indignity
Vapid morasses
Morose
In its imagery
Lacking in prose
Like its tax inefficiency’s
Masses of *******
Classless delinquency
Crassly harassing
All those it sees differently
Yes just
Synonymous with
A simplicity
Virulent in
Its immuno-deficiency

The other reality
Me,
You can’t see
Yet interconnects
And affects
The trajectory
Just like the cat
In the box
Unfurls
Alternate worlds
Without even knowing
Itself
An accessory
To the sound science
Of silence unheard
Of eternities echoing
Just take my word
For its worth
In researching
Infinities granted
Immersion in certain
Within the vicinity
Of possibility
But beyond specious
Unfathomability
Where is the proof?
To convince me
The truth
Can be held
Relativity’s
String theory noose

Not so
With the passing
Of seasons
Unchanged
Here they all seem the same
What I feel for you stays,
Still remains
Just misplaced
As I lose myself
Wasting
Away
On my honor
Disgracing
A duty I have
To serve people
Mistaking
My presence
Intentions
With peasants’
Dissensions
Privations
My privacy
Seems to belie
To their prying eyes’
Envious,
Penniless
Pride

They say
We make better
The world
With each level
We add
To the sky-scraping
Business or pleasure
Purchased
Edifice
Houses us
In its midst
Of a million plus
Hastily
Working bees buzzing
To underground tunnels
Of loveless
Night-clubbing
With parks to roam free
And breathe easy
From smog,
From the dust
In our lungs
Of the rusting
Of cogs
In industrial districts
Resistant to changes
Of carbon foot-prince’s
Monopoly games
Played in technocrat hubs
As rat races in slums
Go unpaid
And still trade
On the stock market’s
Crumbs
But such bums
Are unsightly,
Unseemly,
Untidy
And so
Garbage trucks
Come dispose of them
Nightly
And rightly so
As we go
Higher and higher
To enter a state of mind’s
Timeless empire
Regardless how dire
The subjects below
Are presented on screens
And the terrors
They show
As some
Sanctuary
Reveries
Of perfection
To sympathy’s
Pitifully
Praying pretension
As if it were really
Our kids in detention
Suspended like bridges
Still spanning attentions
Of six-second sexting
Emoticons pressing
More hot-button issues
Than functions
Need stressing
Out more
Than elitists dread eating
And salad un-dressing
Progressing though always
An ever-ascension
These marvelous feats
Of our greatest invention

And just when it seems
I’ve all topics
Exhausted
In detail,
At length
Have I talked of them
Lost in
My thoughts
Far more often
Than not
With the shocked
Interlocutor
Therapist blocked
Mentally
From me,
Minding the clock
As it sought
To conceal
What my gravest
Of weaknesses
Makes me reveal
What my deepest of secrets
Can’t keep
With a fealty
To what really feels
Is my truest
Admission
Of not quite contrition
But cuts nonetheless
Like the surgeon’s
Incision
To enter cerebral
Deficiencies
Fixed
By inoperable voices
Of whispered abyss
That a flick
Of the ficklest wrist
Swiftly snips
What I keep to myself
Like lobotomized bliss

Retention in full
Of each day
In completion
If possible would
Yield us nights
Without reason
To write,
Or reflect,
Or account
For mistakes
And correct
The ones forming
A pattern of late
As it resonates reveries
Whirling about
What we couldn’t accomplish
Or dare live without
In a 24 hour
Fortuitous gift
To take dying for granted
And merely exist
To subsist on laborious
Efforts to wrest
The elusive success
From the jaws
Of unrest
And the self-imposed stress
Just relax,
Easy said
But to find the time
Makes it
A mindfulness dread
Just another chore
Bored
By unlimited freedom
To learn it all,
See it all,
Do it all
Even
If you can’t recall
Who it was
By name spoke
The punchline of the joke
Or the first novel thought
That you had
When you woke

To belong,
To be loved
To believe
In the self
A deceiving
Needs-based
Deviation
From wealth
And the finest
Healthcare
It affords
To the well-
Off already
Born into
This hell
With a silver spoon dangling
From want-for-not lips
And a gold-plated platter
Of ignorant bliss
When in this
Squalid emptiness
Really quite simple
Is staying alive
When survival’s
Hierarchical-structure’s
Contrived
Not of orotund
Blunders
To understand all
But the hunger
That thunders
Without the rainfall

Your world
Wasn’t ready
For me
Without equal
My presence
Alone
Was a penance
The people
Conflated with faith
In a wraith
Of some holy
Unfinished
Crusade
But a plague’s
All I bade them
And made
Of their fate
For awaiting them still
Remains
Nothing but grave
Revelations that chill
Even my bones to stave
Off the stone fusillades
Cast my way,
Casting shade
On the shame-basking
Maim parades
From which I hang
My head low in dismay
Pray tell,
How mistaken
To think I could save
Even more so forsaken
Slaves,
Clutching my chains

Intrinsically mind
Is a crime
Of defiance
Each rhyme defies reason,
Vies not
For compliance
From logic’s
Inscrutable,
Useless appliance
Reliance on gods’
Claim to feign
Pseudoscience
Is of their own making
A seed of deception
And truth
At root-taking
Forsaken life forms
To beyond the pain-staking
Awakening to
What divines inspiration
Confined in the absence
Of its intimation
Implied,
Deified,
Or denied
Realization
Remaining forever
A mortal endeavor
To render a purpose
From service
Indentured
As masterpiece puzzles
Of willing submission
To passion’s
Fine works of heart’s
Artful ambition
Conditioned to love
And to hate
Its creator
To take its place,
Seal it’s fate,
Make its world
Greater

At this point
I doubt
I will ever again
Pen another of love
Now as turbid
As when
My affection was simply,
Abstruse
In its uses
Rejection pellucid
To me
Was well-suited,
As natural as
******
Chemistry fluid
Still nourishing
Unhappy marriage
Uprooted
From childish notions
Of paradise-fruited,
Emotions denuded
At first sight
As blind
As the first time’s belief
In too good to be true’s
Linen sheets of deceit

More reason than most
To feel
I don’t belong
When I try to do right
Something always goes wrong
And no family
Or friends
Reassure me
I’m home  
When among present company
Still
All alone
And excluded,
Excused
From the small-talking table
No appetite
For the type
Of my distasteful
Dispensing with pleasantry’s
Penchant for wasteful
Lifetime’s precious mine
To do what I prefer
Not with you,
Not with them
But with pen,
Without her

To even begin
With the end
Is an errand
In errantly
Erring
To bend
The mind to
The nuncupative
Limits
Unwritten
Are words
Insufficient
Explicitly
Stated
To explicate
Nothing waits
For you to feel
Copacetic,
At peace
With decedent
Fates sealed
What is real
But a 4 letter
Thought
Counter-measure
Distraught
By the
Fraught with pain’s
Ought to be
Pleasure
Sought out
Like unreachable
Pre-destinations
And preached
As unspeakable
As revelations
Of all it comes down to
Comes back to believing
That here in this moment
Eternally fleeting
Confers any meaning
Upon
What is being?

I don’t want to hate you
To cringe every moment
In passing you by
And cursing each second glance,
Why even try?
To reply
To be cordial
And humor attempts
To unmake
My acquaintance
If only incensed,
Aggravated,
I break
My precise concentration
Allaying irate
To sate your instigation
For any reaction
Or step I take
Hastens
The pace of which
Mischievous
Cretins
Persist
In a stone’s-throw away
Public-shaming
The lay
Person, not on good terms
With their language
In anguish,
In angst-driven rage
I awaken
To fail yet again
To their testing
My patience
And waiting,
Ignoring,
Is all I can do
To preclude violent urges
To see this thing through
To an end
I approach
With the same
Ardent zeal
That a former me wrote
And believed
Could be real
An ideal
Self-delusion
Concluded since I
Arrived here
And appeared to them
Alien,
Distant
And weird

Not about how I look
It’s about how I feel
Don’t aspire to model
Unreal
Abs of steel
Body images forged
In a foundry of fake
Ego-worshipping
Vanities
We venerate,
Escalate
Above normalcy
Mortals’
Informal appearance
To levels demanding
Religious adherence
To some sort of devil’s
Purse-nality cult
Poster-boyish pop stars
Idol minds
We exult
In,
Pretending
This kid’s an adult
Surely only more harm
Than success
Can result
When alarms aren’t raised
On the pageantry stage
Or the image displayed
Still outweighs
The health craze
Gets away with its ****
As if papists appraised
By the standards we set
For what flesh
Really craves
And the souls it enslaves
When the imp
Misbehaves
Just a phase
They say,
Verily,
Soon it shall pass
Blame society’s
Virally-spreading
Impact
With its constant
News-cycle’s
Truth-vanishing
Act
Just reflecting what we
Wish to see
Staring back
In the glass
At us
Perfectly snaptured
As dysmorphic actors’
Dystopian future
Buy-products
Enraptured
Like Thatcherites’
Appetites
Herd-thinning pasture
Refracting attractive
Distractions
Much faster
Than paces of
Heart-racing
Patients
Can gasp for
To ask for
A semblance of
***-figured
Sums
At the least
But alas becomes
Only
This beautiful beast

Behold my stentorian roar
Peroration
In vehement, bellicose
Vituperation
Verbose in its prose
Overdose inclination
Towards mostly morose
Evokes ghosts
Intimation
Past revenants, resonant
In my unhesitant
Unbridled
Diatribe lines’
Leftist sentiment
Only sometimes
Over-confident, arrogant
When my existence itself
Is aberrant
To reverent
Irritants kneeling in
Deference
To an insouciant idol’s
Insistence
They pay its lip service’s
Idle indifference
But mine is a kind
Of unspoken rules broken
A voluble diffidence
Inner-peace woken
To worlds at war waging
Enslavement wage
Graving
New power mad-craving
Stark raving mad tyrants
But pirates still plundering
Rites
Remain silent
The voices
Whose choices
Are foisted
Then hoisted
In banner years’
Foreign fears
As the truth
Disappears
And then from chaos
Disorder erupts
Gushing forth repercussions
Of paint brushes hushed
For too long
The swan song
Has been throngs
Of hope crushed
Til there must
Come the ******
Of the poet’s sword
Vocal cords
Raised
Like the fist
Of the podium-pounding
Upstage
Of the passive-resistance
To change’s
Parade

Night class
By solar lamp
Far more sustainable
Genuine-lightenment
No more attainable
Yet to disciples
Is worth
The investment
Impression I get
Is they haven’t
Been tested
On subject materials
Of eruditions
Transcending ethereal’s
Words of God’s
Spreading diseases
Venereal
Fruitfully-multiplied
Rampant
Infanticide
Pride in an anti-abortion
Demise
In alive
More condemned
To impending
Expenses
Portents
Of a fist
Rising in
The air clenched
For its pittance
Last cent
Has been spent
On the rent
And the debts
And the names
It forgets
Of its very own
Progeny seed
History
Effaced from the slate
State’s
Illiteracy free
To the public
But sold
Privately

Call me hick
Call me ****
Call me in the head
Sick
What you can’t say
Is that I
Have ever
******
Diction’s
Implicit bias’
Consistent
Contradiction
Still claiming its
Gaming the system’s
Eviction
From victimless crime-
Ridden’s
Fickle statistics
Conviction’s
Capricious
Cog-nativity
Dissonance
Wishin­g its
Written provision
Submission
Could make up its mind
About blind faith
Religion
And carefully choose
What it views
With suspicion

What secrets lie deeper
Than sleeping abysses
Than tombs of Ulysses
Or fixed moon-eclipses
Of frequencies seeping
Like squeaky transmissions
Then frequently keeping
Timeless prejudices
Like credence’s ignorance
Bliss crucifixes
And Uighur believerless
Prison submissions
Than reaping,
Heat-seeking,
Drone missiles
Peace-weeping
Crone mothers
Of martyrs
Whose weakness is meek
Wikileak
Double-speak
Delete button deceit
Pressing prescient unrest
From the jaws of the defeat
In its seething,
Bereaving
Surfeit of aggrieving
The victims
Of systems
Resistant to change
Still insisting the rest
Of the chess-pieces
Play
In its zero-sum,
Urban slum,
Loaded gun
Game
Disengage
Them from business of war
For monopoly,
Peremptory
Is its claim
To displaced, defaced property
Sold to the grave
To the slave master’s tract
Of false facts
And half-truths
Like removal axe
Chopping down
Forbidden fruits
As in rueful despair
Helplessness
I prepare
For the end of a world
No incentive to care
That I still seem to bare
Upon shoulders
A flare
With the sun-burning heights
Pushing boulders
Up there
To upon the landholders
Below
Let it go
To at least
Level fields
And let stakeholders know
I have something to show
For this perilous,
Pitiless
Peregrination
A fool’s errand,
Grandeur trip
Globalization

Approaching the edge
Of all I can stand
The last straw, with the wind
Has been plucked
From my hand
High atop
Animosity’s peak
Indignation
I boil and fume
Like a calm conflagration
Awaiting eruptions
Disaster event
I’m hellbent
On vertiginous slopes
Of descent
Into discontent trenches
Incensed apprehensions
Anxiety’s turbulent tides
Of depression
Subservient still
To its ties,
Inextricable
Licentious thrill
To lie with it at night
And ****
Any a pleasant dream
Tempting,
Tormenting me
With a promissory
Daily propensity
For apoplexy
Before even breakfast
Can further
Half-empty me

Been years
Since the last time
I saw them
And now
To learn they have departed
This world
Brings me down
Even though
I can’t say
Inconsolable, maudlin
Lugubrious moods
Or funereal grief’s
How I mourn
The deceased
Who were known to me
Only as
Cold nursing homes
Just the half of me
Even the kid-me
Disowned
Can’t explain why,
Just know why
I had to get going
Was better off
Lonely as ever
Up-growing
With not but a mother
And sister
To guide me
And not but some
Pen and ink pages
To hide me
That side of my
Ancestry,
History
Dead to me
Lost to me,
Costing me
Nothing but precious
Life seconds
Spent guessing
A second chance
Giving
My father a message
Don’t think me your son
But someone
You rejected,
Abandoned,
Neglected
Yet always expected
To sit silently
In your presence
With presents
Unwrapping to find
Hollow sentiments
Resonant
Still reminiscing
In retrospect,
Love-bereft
Lost holiday
Christmas list
Wishes to forget
Ever naive
My reason to believe
When you’d leave us
You’d leave us
A reason to grieve
Family matters in tatters
Don’t matter to me

Footprints
In the once
Frozen tundra
Where hunts
Of mammalian
Mega-fauna
Fed for months
The forerunners
Who tread
Never lightly
Though impacted slightly
The snow-packing,
Packs of tracks
Fleeing them nightly
Yet still none escaped
Extirpation events
Imminent in the state
Human nature’s
Expense
A propensity
Intensively cultivating
Immense cities
And firmaments
We’ve invented
Still plentifully drenched
In its carbon-based
Thinking
With senses entrenched
In an ubermensch quenching
His thirst for extinction
Another coaled-age,
Icy gaze
In the blinking
Of time’s
Neutral eyes
Rising tides
We are sinking
Like links in the chain
To oblivion’s depths
Anchored to
What remains
Whence prehistory slept
Undisturbed for millennia
Secrets in keeping
Contained
A methane
Climate change’s
Deceasing
A species from breeding
And breathing the air
And with no heir apparent
Forever unleashing
Destruction inherent
Inheritance-reaping
Peace-speaking
Tongue lizards,
Heart blizzards
Heat-seeking
A homeostasis
Of polar sun-tans
In a verdant oasis
Of frigid wastelands

Queries persist
Though I seldom inquire
For answers I seek
Contradict
The replier’s
Desire to part with
Its genesis fire
Didactic to teach
Me a moral
Of stories
Too skewed
To be viewed
Through a lens of what’s
Credulous,
Let alone true
So the rules
I submit to,
The virtuous few
All divine their commands
Not from absolute monarchs
Or hordes of lord’s lands
But from man’s
Innate will
To be all
Powerful
And from Pan’s
Sensate skill
To see all,
Natural

So easy a caveman can do it
But few to its word
Convince others
He drew it
Upon set in stone
Scriptures
Speaking their tongues
In all languages’
Origin-
Stories are spun
And from one
White as snow
It becomes
Avalanche
And from dripping red lips
Is the kiss
Of romance
For it dances
With devils
And levels the field
Playing aces up sleeves
Is the Art of its Deal
It will steal
To feed millions
Of stocked-market shelves
As it spells out
It’s death-sentence’s
Prison cells
Of the orphans of its
Unaborted fetus
And its silent night’s
Slit-wristed
Christmas wish list
Just like Jesus himself
Still makes use of its gifts
With the oratory glories
Through gory holes
Seep
Hissing its allegories
And counting its sheep
Deepest secrets of its
Fatal weakness
Sequestered
In festering cores
Of its hordes
Of confessors
Still preaching what it
In its malpractice
Teaching
The meek to inherit
The earth
By beseeching
What it
Seeks to keep
Beggars’ hands
Ever reaching
And pious denial
Disciples
From leaking
Its nemesis
Genuine
Freely
From speaking
Against
What its crying wolf
Fenced-in
Mike Pence’s
Expenses
Dispense with
To bolster its trial’s
Unerring defenses
And while we try
To prohibit
Its urge
Overruling our will
And our subconscious serves
Its injustice for all
Reign of terror sustained
It’s corrupt crusade
Black-money-financed
Campaign
It’s enrapturing trappings
Of fortune and fame
It’s scandalous escapade’s
Ignorance feign
The extortion
Contortionist’s
Warped-picture frame
Of mine’s
Victimless crimes
In the system it games
It’s prescription pops fired
In mental health rain
Ever blameless
It stains
Reputations
Exclaiming
Its puppets insane
Always true
To its name

No ghosts of Christmas
Long deceased
Could bring this
Bitter recluse
Peace
Can’t make me feel
Appeals to reason
Nor good tiding’s
Seasons greetings
Leading to
My guilt admission
No persistent
Apparition
Yields my penitent
Submission
Crippled-Cratchet-crutch
Contrition
Errant in my unapparent
Heir
I bare
The lion’s share
Of wealth, it’s mine
I do not care
Of other’s health
Or ill-repine
No petty pity
Robs me blind
Nor filthy pauper’s paws
A dime
Shall ever from mine own
Divest
So spooks
I beg you
Let me rest
And leave me to
My undisturbed
Lamenting torments
I deserved
Accursed by misfortunes
Earned
Still haunted by
The lovers spurned
Hellfire hath
My bridges burned
So turn from me,
Depart,
Be gone
Fell spectral fiends
Before the dawn’s
Unbearable
Arising heralds
More unwelcome
Christmas carols

A despot in
An icy fortress
Forcing hordes
Of labor forces
To export
His machinations
With no rest
Or compensations
To his greedy supplicants
Puerile pack
Of miscreants
Whose insolence
And sugar plums
As sweet as milk
And cookie crumbs
The funds through which
His child-fetish
Can be sated
Unmolested
Off to bed
And pleasant dreams
As he replays them
On his screens
And sees you when you wake
As well
That faker shakes
His jingle bell
And with his spying eyes
Sees all
His crystal ball’s
A shopping mall
Exalting in his thralls
We spend
A fortune
Glorifying his distortion
And belying
Of belief
In all things truth
With ploys of toys
Destroying youth

The Big Bad Wolf
Is back again
See how the piggies
Flee from him
Back to
Thatch huts of straw
And few
Of mud and stone
Alone
Might stand against
His gale exhale
But all comparisons
Would pale
And fail
Curtailing
Hungry wrath
Of Big Bad Wolf’s
Predation path
To set upon
Each domicile
Vengeance
All -consuming fire
Ire torches
Knocking doors in
Of whomever’s
Grave misfortune
Crossed him,
Big Bad Wolf
Beware
Despair of his
Red-thirsty scare
Still picking bones
Deep in his lair
From out his teeth
Of victims
Sheep
Still lucky count
Themselves asleep
Already nestled
Under sheets
Where safe and sound
They may take rest
Till Big Bad Wolf’s
Their next
House guest

In what dispelled reveries
Do we still dwell
Of what hells
Have we not yet escaped
To tales tell
Of the fell seeds awaiting
The turning and tossing
To forcefully waken
From paramours crossing
Diverging path hearts
And upon them embossing
The marks that remain
Ever fading away
To what we couldn’t say
As it resonates on
Across vast silences
Afraid
So I ask what
Forlorn warnings
Reject
Next attempts
To add more
To the discordant mess
And explore
Further out
Past the love
We’re without
At last casting
Out shadows
Of those that we lost
In doubt
That we could ever
Be floating about
Serendipity’s nebulous
Vacuous
Bliss abyss
And by some happenstance
Of most fortuitous
Feel like this
For someone else
Even more
Upon stars we could wish

Though nothing became of us
Crushing on you
Resonates
In my fondest
Of memory’s youth
And you still sneak into
Reveries,
Frequently
And you pleasant surprise
What I guess
I feel secretly
Still unrequited
Though not quite
One-sided
For lip services
We made out
To confided
In each other’s
Tacit, in passing-
Bye passions
We’d hide
From divergent path
Actions
And different friend
Factions
In class where I tried
To sit close to you
Biding
Each second applying
To seeing you smiling
Or making you laugh
Even once
Was worthwhile
And all I desired
Was taking you places
From playgrounds
Abounding
With fifth-grade embraces
To college reunion years’
Intoxications
Awaiting you then
Like I did as a kid
Who’d antagonize you
When I couldn’t admit
To the prettiest girl,
How her loveliness gripped
At my new to emotion’s
Awoken attraction
Unspoken
And now it’s too late
To relocate its fate
Just wistfully wonder
And reminisce how
I fell under her spell
And dwell still in it now

Off-worlding
Itinerant
Journeying on
To beyond
Where the vagabond
Finds himself
Gone
And can pride himself strong
In the ways of the Force
And in passing back to it
Feel free
Of remorse
When imposing its will
And exposing his flaws
Predisposes to ****
Or be killed’s
Natural law
Despite awe-stricken drawing
From wellsprings of peace
Muted strokes of ingenious
Can not be made speech
Only incomprehensible
Pensive confessions
In penmanships
Pouring the love
He professes
Unto,
Select few muses who
Of his true sorrow knew
Was the only “Til Death”
That his vows
Would renew

Untethered,
Storm-weathered
Returning to sender
Of letters undead
To this nether-world
Feather,
Forever-ascender
Unfettered by turbulent
Shifts in the breeze
Like the falling of leaves
Or eclipsing-moon seas
An ellipse at the end
Of life sentence’s
Penned
I persist in the uplifting
Drift away zen
With devotion
To unflinching
Motionless focus
On hopeless,
Tumultuous
Ocean roars
Stoking this
Flickering flame
In this nimbus-brain’s
Bliss
Ignorance
Of enlightened
In thralls of abysses
Too listless
To wistfully
Wish would vanish
For such impish
Homunculus
Often resist
Mindfulness,
Consummate
Peak-apotheosis
Seeking only to find
Firmaments
Of divining
The epiphenomenal
Peace redefining