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A Great Siesta

5/31/2017

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We sit on our concrete patios,
next to our vinyl-sided houses.
Ice cubes tinker in cups
as we eat our grilled aparagus
and watch the kids
romp in the sprinkler.

Cold, sugary rainbows
drip down their faces.
Reminiscent propaganda.
Iconic American calendar.

So sunny.

Tangerine hued chatter
fills the air and walls us
into our festivities.
We feel
netted,
vetted,
and safe...for a while.

Meaningless banter
as grease sizzles
and toddlers wriggle
for another piece
of apple pie.

Selfies fly,
statuses post,
neighbors boast
about their garden.
But, no one speaks
of atrocities

Our sun-laden lawns
are all the mowing we want.
Let the ticketers take
care of the rest.
Surely, if this were a test
of testimonials,
we would all fail.

No summer shandy
behind the bars of jail,
or on the bully buses
heading for the river.
And our kids quiver
as the sun sets down.

Little feet scramble for towels,
as we shuffle our dead presidents,
freshly laundered, into towers
we will never step in.
We grin as the nights'
jubilation fuzzies our heads.

Sip.
Sip.

No spirits in the rubble
of other lands,
of our land.
But, we never speak of that.
And our babies, fed and happy,
toddle off to bed.
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Orchestra of Goodbyes

5/23/2017

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The DNA
oozes from my eyes
as I watch you lie,
stiff and sticky fluid
on the ground.
Someone snatched you up.
Someone snatched you down.
Someone stopped you,
from coming ‘round,
before you had the time to grow.
And the air is siphoned
from my soul
in some strange symphony of letting go.
This orchestra of goodbyes
resonates like the bloody baying
of the devil’s hounds
as I watch you lie…
stiff and sticky fluid
on the ground.
And the DNA still oozes
from my eyes.
This was life,
before the bombs came,
and the carnage tore us apart.
This was life,
innocent melodies mixing hearts
like a cocktail of breath and love.
This was life,
before the heinous shove
into the darkened street
of death and hate.
And the drums beat a rhythm.
And the strings scream like sirens
we want to deafen.
And the DNA streams from our eyes
a matching tone
for this
Orchestra of Goodbyes.

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Cattle Inc.

5/17/2017

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He smiles at me,
with fatherly glances
and says hello.
He jokes and pokes fun,
asks me how my day is,
all sticky sweet,
like corporate sugar.
But I know,
I am just a number.
Here today could be
gone tomorrow,
and he is a fortunate fellow.
He has a whole web
of fortunate bedfellows,
nodding in unison
like bobble-head dolls
bedecking the walls
of his golf tee
and spreadsheet
office.
I line up the plates
and dot the i's,
still all the wise
of my doormattery.
I keep my smile painted,
and deadlines met
with efficiency.
Hungry mouths depend on it.
A pleasantry here,
and a thank you there
does not equate to
me going nowhere.
Doormats are a dime a dozen.
I sip my coffee
and understand
I am merely cattle
in this corporate land.

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Wobblems

5/10/2017

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Forty-five moles
harbored into the Tree of Life.
“Just for a moment” they said,
as they bored, deep and red,
into the roots,
teeth and claw gnashing ripe.
Forty-five monstrous moles
dug into the limbs with fury.
Once a home for the multitude,
now breached, undermined,
and weakened in crude, devious fashion.
“No need to worry” heeded the critters,
the no-good, nocturnal hitters
that chawed at the fibers
so many creatures called home.
“We’re here to help, and fix all your problems,
to ward off your enemy, and stable the wobblems
that you know nothing about.”

And the forty-five ill-intended moles
set about creating holes
for all of the other lives to fall into.
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