

a poem for the governmentGo ahead! Make your Proclamationa poem for the government
Of a Nation, a fool, Damnation.
But Dont proclaim, defame, empty
What is left of your salvation. (Animated animosities fly While the bird who was early, but caught no worm,
suffers sardonic insubordination) Dont tell me lies,
Tell me truths coated
in honey-sweet tar.
Patience.
Watch celebrities smile
And children die,
With confused faces
Full of fascination. Obligation never dies,
It only ceases to exist In the minds of men-tal
Patience-- &n


The End of Our WorldWhen the black sky falls and smacks the cement,The End of Our World
Ill be there to laugh and lie beneath the descent Of gods and muses and purple friends,
Who never knew what theyd miss: Always afraid of what lied inside.
Damn lies! damn sacrifices! All for what and what for all?
So the black sky could fall.
And I could watch its descent And laugh and cry out in fury-- Of past and present Of loves and mother dears Dreams that happened in broad daylight--
Times when you couldn't close your eyes for fear, for disbelief, or
to grasp at the last, fadi


SummerIt is the cracking of her lips,Summer
the rough knuckles:
the way the soft apple is devoured with indifference.
When naked feet touch hot concrete and fail to detect a difference, a change: in her face, her mind, herself.
She spies me watching her face,
with glazed-over irises, with love she'll never know about
what summertime meant to me to watch her face, her lips,
her need her want her need for love was overwhelming
to those who could not bear to stand happily on the
hot concrete.


AgainLeft to my own devices In a world of cold and hunger- Too cliché to comprehend,Again
Facts of death and murder. Laws of power,
Insignificant mind-lie in your stupor! Disregard all that you see. Maya, only truth lies,
Within the images,
That play in our minds: Of youth and love
And formations of crystal boxes
that never die.
We are left alone
With the tingling on our neck
that never was there,
With the crushing pain
from the one that no longer is: It is justice to be unjust
in a world of cruelty and belonging. &n


The Run AwayThis is foolish, honey You are not a sailor & I am not your wench.The Run Away
Not tonight, not tomorrow.
I will use your fire-escape when you are sleeping wrapped up in sheets in your floral-scented apartment, your eyes burning electric.
Yes, I will use that moment to get away.
And they will say I ran away with a doctor, or a botanist but really I just ran away with my stiletto heels, an overripe tomato & a foolish craving to find myself
for once in my life.


Of friendsI come to you perplexed by my uncertainty, The troubles of a weary mind aghast. You comfort me with words of reassurance, and listen to the sounds of recent past.Of friends
I worry that perhaps my stories bore you, You smile and claim it's nothing of the sort, Without you all my world would be asunder, I thank you for comprising this, our fort.
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