deep poems

Attack

Firing off a lie-filled attack
Via social media to
Protect the crooked
Benefactors who put her in office,
Defending abuses that
No one should justify
In the interest of giving
More power to the very entities
Destroying human beings.
Detention, incarceration, concentration,
Mean nothing to her,
Only perpetuating the deception
That keeps money flowing
To her and her cronies.

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Alone in a Room

Alone in a room,
Wondering if anything
He’s done has any value,
Whether his decisions
Have all been mistakes,
Despondency his companion,
Inner comfort unreachable,
Questioning everything that
Has transpired in his life,
A sense that nothing will
Ever go right because it
Never has before,
He gets up and leaves.

Cataclysm

Instead of healing,
They choose to
Inhabit the nether regions
Where outwardly normal monsters
Work out their darkest pathologies
On innocent bystanders,
Sociopaths preying on
The vulnerable without even
A hint of remorse,
Festering, rancid inner wounds
Oozing fetid pus,
An avoidable cataclysm.

Without Questioning

Nobody talks about anything
Around here,
It’s not allowed.
Follow the rules
Without questioning,
Keep your thoughts to yourself,
Set aside any critical thinking.
A sullen figure sits in a chair
Devising random ways of
Imposing arbitrary whims
That never keep him safe.

Indifferent

With every shingle-lifting gust,
The unwelcome wind pummels the
Humble dwelling. Inside, a small,
Elderly woman wonders how she’ll
Pay for the damage, times being
What they are. She shuffles
To the stove and turns on a burner,
Carefully setting the tea kettle on it.
Another series of indifferent blasts
Rattles the walls, nobody calls.

Orbit

He chokes up when
The flag appears or
A certain maudlin song plays,
Chauvinism welling inside him,
Wiping away unrelated tears,
Experiencing feelings
Conspicuously absent
When he’s administering
Merciless beatings
To the victims in his orbit.

Monotone

A dull monotone
Reciting rote stories
Of past glories,
Young men who
Made everyone proud
In the most superficial ways,
And all those who followed
Them unquestioningly.
Bored students staring into
The distance,
Force fed the same tired
Propaganda lines about
False courage,
Hollow achievement,
Maintaining the status quo,
Dreaming in black and white.

Polite Visages

An insistently earnest group meets in an
Out-of-the-way restaurant favored by
Locals. Introductions completed,
Pleasantries exchanged, jokes told,
Moments of public reverie
Performed, fealty reinforced.

A bare winter light wilts in,
Penumbra permeates.
Conversation on approved topics.
Polite visages veiling discomfort,
Dreams subsumed, opinions ingrained,
Social conventions observed at all costs.

Abstraction

Another denied claim.
On the other end,
Someone doesn’t get
The treatment and medication
They desperately need.
Death is but an abstraction
In this office,
A mirage in the distance,
Not worth thinking about.
She goes home
At the end of the day,
Lives her life
With the money she’s made,
Telling herself it’s okay.