Lilies, A Poem

God (or whoever) granted the blossomage of lilies only two days Emerging from the pond, the flower opens pearlescent off-white At night fall it closes to guard itself The twilight of the bloom begins the next day It opens with petals pliant and pink Then closes a final time, jettisoned into the lake The pilfering… Continue reading Lilies, A Poem

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Hands and Other Torture Devices, A Poem

Martin Luther King Jr and Ghiath Matar Instructed in the ways of peace Met untimely deaths at the hands And other torture devices of their aggressors Who would've benefited from their continued oppression The roses Matar handed to Syrian solders along with water Could not protect him against the whims of evil Dreams benevolent and… Continue reading Hands and Other Torture Devices, A Poem

Sonoran Son, A Poem

The palm trees sign peace signs to my soul While the dirt, the brown speckled with green Reminds me all things stay dead. If the desert were a home I'd call the sky the floor and the dirt, the sky. Or at least that's the way I've seen it I spent more time with my… Continue reading Sonoran Son, A Poem

I Seek and Unlived

I Seek I'm seeking distraction after distraction As if I don't care about the ink on these pages I'm seeking distraction after distraction As if I don't care about the ink on these pages But I do Pardon me spirit I┬ádon't know which disease ails me And which makes my neurosis a home to turn… Continue reading I Seek and Unlived

Bad Soil, Poem for the Masses, Haiku #1, Rethinking Humanity, and Morning & Evening

Bad Soil Mycelium growth On playground floor Reflects the blossoming Of maturity on those still too young The fungal stink Forces itself onto clothes And souls of children Leaving husks of adults Poem for the Masses Anything was possible then, Before teenage pregnancies Before heartbreaks at dusk When the caressing breeze Could remind you "This… Continue reading Bad Soil, Poem for the Masses, Haiku #1, Rethinking Humanity, and Morning & Evening