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It’s not that funny when you’re the object of
Scorn and manipulation, subtly executed.
Stand right here for eighteen years,
I’ll show you what it’s like.

Difficult to make out any one thing let alone
Remember the specific time I failed under its
Growing weight. Slow motion immobilization.

Come now, I’ll tell you more about it.
Let us relive those glory days when,
Big as a mountain, you saw fit to
Slide into the valley silencing all
But your conscience.

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From All Corners

From all corners
Of the globe,
The stench of
Inhumanity emerges,
Wearing different clothes,
Speaking different tongues,
Yet always soiled with
Hatred, intolerance, fear,
External and internal violence
Perpetrated heartlessly,
Offering nothing but
Agony, hopelessness, cruelty.

She Walked

She walked out of my dreams and
Into my van. I did not know her but
She said she was supposed to meet
Me there, preordained happenstance.

Stopping at a dusty convenience store
Purchasing sustenance of dubious merit.
Exchanging pleasantries and searching for
Clarity. Back on the road enjoying the
Wind blowing through our uncertainty.

Hone the Message

Quick bites,
Manageable chunks,
Empty platitudes
Satisfy cravings.
Minions inadvertently,
Eagerly doing the
Bidding for plutocrats.
Hone the message,
Muddy the waters,
Reap the rewards,
Funnel the spoils upward,
Perpetuate the cycle.

Go to Sleep

Close your mind and go to sleep.
Don’t let pesky knowledge interfere with
Hard-fought obstinacy and practiced
Fact resistance. Cherish the slumber of
Those who sleep awake.

Nice Dream

We sit down and
He listens to
What I have to say,
Without twitching,
Rebutting, defending,
Or interrupting,
A scenario that
Will never transpire but
That nonetheless makes
For a nice dream.

Ruptured

Rough,
Unyielding,
Insecure.

Something’s wrong,
Just below the surface,
Turmoil.

Outwardly rugged,
Inwardly mangled,
Ruptured.

Only violence here,
Ruthlessness,
Utter despair.

Momentous Decisions

They make momentous decisions
Overwhelmingly based on
What benefits them
At any given moment,
Not what might help the many,
Impulsive determinations,
Carelessly executed
To quiet whatever
Discomfort they’re feeling
And refuse to address in a
Healthy manner.

Unwhole

She felt unwhole and did the unwholesome.
She felt unloved and loved no one, including herself.
She felt unsatisfied and so her life went.

A slow, tortuous, paralyzing journey to places
She didn’t want to visit, with people she could
Not have cared less about.

Flipping through the images stored on a chip
As cold and impersonal as the experiences
She pretended to enjoy.