bird on a wire
sits as still as a black mark
on our very souls.
Archives for November 2016
four to a salve
in a short quartet
we’ll come together again.
and scars will be healed.
dying to live
with this death sentence
make the most behind the veil.
live like you’re dying.
faking it white again
on this day
democracy wears no clothes.
the people
are weary and frightened.
and fear
has led them to the cliff.
and their choice
will take them over.
justice
has been battered.
equality
bruised and bloody.
farewell decency
for today they make america white again.
and tomorrow
the sickness spreads.
sometimes you get what you ask for.
and ignorance has asked
like a scared toddler
for a monster to hold its hand.
and monsters feed
on children.
grey matter
it was a pink sky
tinged with sadness when you left.
yet phoenix returns.
heavy like sadness
life can be heavy
with the weight of old spectres.
heavy like sadness.