Tag: poem

  • Purse-pective

    Purse-pective

    embarking on a climb or circling the drain? digging a hole for a foundation or just to re-fill it? studying to gain skills for a job that will be stolen by a computer pouring your heart into creative work that no one will pay you for chiseling yourself into shape or breaking off your humanity? […]

  • Controlled Rain

    Controlled Rain

    How much blood-rain will satisfy the misguided Rage? Is mint-flavored smoke really the problem here? hoarding plague vaccines–when will the Chickens come home to roost? The rich steal from the Poor to get richer. The powerful become more so by kneeling on the Oppressed. and people are still having Children? They can’t stop. Ignorance enables […]

  • My Daughters and Sons, Let Us Gather Under the Heavens

    My Daughters and Sons, Let Us Gather Under the Heavens

    loose stick shift into reverse Fuck off–that’s terse pullin up in a hearse like godamn this hurts knife in the chest brother knows best why you guessed alcohol and the rest is ego I suppose on the mountaintop but you froze it’s just the path you chose if only like Jesus you rose anaesthetized against […]