Sunday, September 30, 2012

Shadow War

I sleep strangely these days;

lower to the ground
but less grounded

like a moth
trapped in a cup
with two openings.

Bones cracking
beneath the mattress
with each breath –

sirens sounding
as a whisper
when the shadows are

One dark cloud on fire
with a thin descending line
isn't necessarily a tornado

or maybe it is.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

The Magenta Monkey

Do you know
how many people
there are on earth?

Imagine you spent
one second on each person

to take on their suffering.

222 years later
you would know
the plight of the world,

the struggle of
the entirety of
the human race.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Double Ellipses

I told myself to turn on something
familiar and reassuring;

euphoria immediately
and inevitably
followed by dread and anxiety.

With eyes closed
in still

delirium trigger.

Simultaneously detecting
subtle changes

in the earth

in the atmosphere.

In the empty ocean
and in the swirling reality
of decaying superficiality

testing the resiliency
of my small
finite population.

Physical Stimuli and the Hatred of 144,000

The problem
with the youth today
the youth today.

By the closing
of each day
my soul screams
for forgiveness.

In my heart,
there is nothing
but contempt and pity
for the obese masses

pouring out
of my local Wal-Mart.

Stares take one down
every now and now.

One down
seven billion to go.

Skeptic – yes
Cynic – yes
Pessimist – yes
Misanthrope – yes