Piece by piece we’ll fall into place
As we destroy our own human race
Erase good values, morals and saving face
They’ll all be outlawed and replaced
Needless desires to be met with haste
All virtue and patience will be disgraced
Their existence to never be retraced
Day: July 28, 2009
the summer’s ending
poetrythe summer’s close
is drawing near
and i would like
nothing more
than to dig in my heels
and stay right here
in the glorious summer,
reminiscent of my youth,
where there is no work
and there is no time,
where responsibility
is just a word
and does not concern me,
at least for the summer,
the beautiful summer
where anything is possible.
memorial definitions
poetryyou were the kindest person
i had ever known,
and you just so happened
to also be a conniving lier,
lying to everyone
for who knows how long,
lying to yourself
to keep your self-perception focused
on the good that you did
on how you served everyone unceasingly
on how you gave openhandedly
on how you loved unabashedly
on how you always put others first;
until that one night when
for once you acted
for yourself
alone,
with a .45 to the brain.
does that change
who you were?
who you are?
change
poetryi’d like to imagine i’m
politically progressive, yet
yesterday i changed my own oil
and became a man.
I slid beneath the car
as if entering some secret
mancave, the license plate
transforming into a NO GIRLS sign
I peered into the mechanical intricacies, nodding
in acknowledgment of the innate knowledge
embedded in My Y-chromosome
and I set to work
with the solemnity of a samurai
some time later I emerged
cleaning My hands with the greasiest of rags
these oil stains becoming the lifeblood of the vanquished
evidence of excess testosterone.
now, Come, women:
bask in my musky glory.
the sieve and the sand 