On the State of Mother Earth

Well trained crabs skulk across a dessert to obtain,

and destroy explosive ordinances with their massive claws.

How many widowed mothers must mourn their hero's work in vain?

Kilauea cracks and smolders while a polar cap thaws.

Disinterested in integration, fear is the social lava disintegrating

our culture without a justifiable cause.

Invisible and Impoverished are left in the shadows begging

to be brought into light and freed

from hunger, thirst, sickness, trafficking...

Injustice is inexcusable in a world where resources abound,

yet is swept under the skirt of Lady Liberty to be silenced by immutable sound.

The 13th of May

Process

The black well, the white page,
Imagination drips from the quill
Only Rorschach could decipher
the words that are tangled in my soul.
Sharp words like barbed wire,
scratch themselves into not so neat lines
There's a stirring need to fulfill;
To write is to be whole.

The 6th of May 2018

Hysteria

My window is a salad bowl of leafy greens.
I slide open the lid to inhale my memory
and to exhale surrender.

I have given up.
I have given out.
I have given in.

I was taken for granted and stretched beyond my means.
Staring at the sunset, I find hope in alchemy,
but then again, hope is the defining weakness of my gender.


Incantation

When I'm with him, austerity is broken
by a row of white chisels and hammering laughter.
This stoic rock erodes like giggles.
A myriad of minutia are grains of sand swept out to sea,
and I'm comforted by the cracks between his teeth.
They're like caverns of a wondrous cave.
I could float through them,
carried by his voice to the belly of his soul,
and sleep a spell.