The women in Pakistan are all dead
Men are hungry,
butter their bread with lead

Cartel gang ****, death in Venezuela
Girls bleed, crying
Shadowed figure screams "Impale her!"

America hates women
Women love America

Generalisations of a generally confused man

Man jumps from UK office block
Painted tarmac,
because she refused to simply **** his ****

******* figure hangs from a tree in Japan
Aokigahara hikikomori,
The human condition destroyed this man

Single father, taking his daughter to a park
Accused by a stranger,
Jumping to a conclusion, rather dark

Hooded man runs the world
Masked by power,
Money is bigger than Jesus
Knowledge destroys prejudice
Rock. Paper. Scissors.

lost declaration
(she died in ‘09
          her hands tied by the gods
          who surrendered her
(                           )

can you estimate your worth in
# of WMDs
like seaweed
                    nooses
                              ,
can you see me
                     she died in ‘09)
brakes ——————-
               tires marked the
               squealing
                  (
i wrote
         i love you
             on the mirror
so you could send me your
REVELATIONS
        .
you couldn’t even
do that
you couldn’t

in ‘09___)
                              (she died

Do I miss you
Because
You're far?
Do I miss you
Because
It's been awhile?
Why do I miss
What do I miss
What what oh what
Is amiss?
Is it the absence
Of you?
The distance
Of you?
Am I night
Missing the moon
The twinkling of stars
All the strangers around me
Not bright enough
To lure me out of the dark
Corners that I hide; that I lurk in?
Or am I grass
Missing the sun
The warmth
The fiery burn
Motionless too long
Without a light breeze?
Or am I the shore
Still feeling
The splash
Of your farewell
Long after
You've waved
Goodbye?
APAD13 - 093 © okpoet

I hear
The hollow tipped
Words leave your lips
Lightly uttered
To another,
And I imagine them
Piercing my skull
Puncturing my heart,
Would I bleed
A torrential downpour
Of emotions
Or would I deflect?
I am uncertain
But I feel
As though
They've grazed me
A light scarring
Upon me
I inquire
How it is so
That such few words
Can lead
To great tribulation
Within my mind
And I realize
They were grenades
Fragmented ammo
To all within
Earshot and I,
Am a victim...
APAD13 - 092 © okpoet

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

This is about the breath on your tongue
and the way you looked in my basement
when the world was asleep and my
fingers were wet;
because I can still smell you after
4 a.m. on a Friday night, thinking —
(****, this feeling burns like
a cigarette habit).
Your ******* are the epitome of thunder,
they creep into my skin and leave
me vibrating.

You are restless in between my legs
so I pretend this was easy like
the first time I told you I love you;
rub my hand through your hair as the breath
in my lungs quakes and evaporates
in between us.

It is cold and I am swooning in our
sweat and tears from earlier testimonies,
(I know you care, I saw it in
the way you arched your vertebrae)
and you whimper in your sleep —
waking your bones, your still-life perfection.
I could stay in this mess forever.