Poem: She was family

Unsplash.com She came to us in a cardboard box. Her natural ears were down her uncut tail was wagging long our baby doe-like clown warm copper reddish brown with short haired fur like a deer white chest, black muzzle mouth in a serious frown with a bright white stripe along her sweet frozen nose like…

Poem: Karma Ricochet

If god exists as good and love What they do in the name of god Would make god throw up upchuck god would say, WTF?! i don’t even know you. Stop using my name to blame everyone but yourself. Stop using my fame to feel self-important. Stop raping, killing, enslaving, torturing i never sanctioned this….

Poem: Freedom

(For Spencer) Twin souls never stand a chance They were never meant to dance on Earth enraptured. Because it awakens jealousies when we usurp them circumnavigate the rote purpose dare to oppose their version of status conscious happiness. When souls disengage from pretend when we unfriend the robotics replace the screen with the actual. activate…

Poem: fool’s school

(to steve, the space cowboy) I loved you like I loved my dad both of you are such sad villains. Does handsomeness cause commitment phobia? For aeons long you were a jerk pervert, sadist predator hunter. Twenty years gone and you’re still playing the same recycled game of loss singing the same dead end refrain….

Poem: Dial waiting

Landline telephones Ringing themselves back to sleep Leave a message at the beep But no one checks their messages We’re all blocked and silent With vibrating pants. Texting is the fake new deal Pretending we’re real No one’s listening just Homeland security Amazon and the corporate CIA henchmen spinning lies. Facebook posting pics Of lunch…

Poem: Devil’s in the liquid

Ignore the raging guy repeating curses On the sidewalk behind me Taunting and launching verses That he’s “gonna kill me cause I’m a bitch” I grab a bottle by the throat from my groceries Just in case, to hit him with Attack fast, use the guise of surprise I don’t know how to fight But…

Poem: Landscapes of nostalgia

Walking through the city With earbuds on when everyone Looked like iClones During the iTech invasion I felt ancient modern With an imagined sword Worn like a guitar on my back Jeanne D’Arc in the darkened subway My eyes doubled a second layer of vision Timed to music objects became more rare I was a…

Poem: Pawn stood still

Pawn stood still In the elevator factory Much go to good will just for the thrill of it against the norm.