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Lost in a world that is broken, hiding from any fascination tonight
Watching you through fading light, hidden joy farthest from sight
You are not like the others who masquerade smiles and deceit
This world is vile and unworthy; a festering blight of selfish intrigue
Please believe me when I say you are not alone; you're just like me
Beautifully unhinged, with every word you bleed
JDMaraccini
2021
our bodies a carnival of mismatched why
the curves of a whisper, the strength of a sigh
they merge in a dance,  trompe l'oeil meets the sky
no labels fit no definitions hold
we are free to invent the rules of the fold
with every step our shadows multiply
we chase the echoes of a surrendered reply
in the androgynous abyss there is delight
a space for contrast to become light
 Aug 31 PhantomDreamer
Caits
it was funny
how everyone else could see our love
before us
how my nicknames seemed to ooze transfixion
and your immediate responses seemed to confirm everything our bodies were saying  
like we weren’t two kids
who years ago
laughed at the thought of it
it being us
but you never denied or rebuked
I realize all those years ago
and I wonder

maybe it just was me who couldn’t see it
all along
The Bees are gone and the butterflies are dying off.
Polar bears climb deadly cliffs to find birds eggs to eat.
Sea birds drown in coats of oil slick on the ocean.
And we sit watching on TV, munching on Doritos
While the news predicts the next tornado’s flash flood
And Canada plus the West Coast are in flames.

What the Hell is wrong with us- have we fried our brains
with TikTok memes and face Book.
Why aren’t we on charter busses aimed
At D.C. and state legislatures to demand
They think of us for once and not the gravy train
They ride collecting re-election funds.

Why do we mindlessly vote straight ticket
Instead of vetting each candidate for
What they’ve done to help the earth.
Then voting out the wastrels.

I know where to rent a bus
Will anybody ride with me.
ljm
Gotta yell once in a while
The stories of the young
can't be the same as those of the elderly
yet each bears its distinct and unique mark
whether dotted with beauty or misery
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