In this festival of ignorance
I Proudly define
Awareness drowning in the aware
Insurance companies denying what is fair
Their ironclad empires
As my sum remains the remainder
This writing teethmarking life
The man I love
His senseless disease
Imprisoned by regulations
In the strictures of law
America . . .
Good morning, you
You, cluster of grapes
Jar of hot wine spilled
Branded signs curing
The cliffhanging disease
His trapeze of fear
The whiteness of its flesh
Sleep sleep like the unborn
Your nakedness is slowly being dressed
I am here pounding at your chest
With a green swell of fortune
Chemotherapy round two, oh daddy your beak is so mighty strong. It sun scatters with love. . .
The direction of this post is clear.
Like an unruly naturalized American I will write about the reality that surrounds me, the shopping malls, the loudness in a healthcare system gone bankrupt.
The fanatics ringing my doorbell, selling me faith, meat trucking my doorstep, the Mary Kay’s attempting my fate.
To afford, to spend, perfecting their fantastic herd.
If multiplying identities Gods you, donate your heart to someone whose faint beat desperately tries.
Ration your spending, believe hunger is the obvious.
Live with integrity live with hope.
I want to quit this lifestyle and walk, walk until my feet ache.
Embrace my purpose, my existence evermore.
O’ you brute
Mouthing my liberty
Phantoms drilling ecstasy
Rest there my friend
Greater pain is being awake
O’ you crazy sleeper
I have this fear of coughing
With your powder and herbs
Mondays deserving crosses with capital T
For my trembling hands handling this not so good havoc