Drop of Dew
I would rather be discontent in the face of a sour situation, than ignore it. And yet, rest easy at night with a clear conscience, knowing that I have tomorrow to affect the world in accordance with what my ego deems “best” for humanity.
Spiritual Poverty
Why won’t you die
For what you believe in?
Why won’t you lie—
Sores ripe from a beating?
Animals and Plants
Animals and plants don’t judge me.
And when I talk to them, they listen.
Apocalypse Now
The sky is gray
Kneel and pray
As ash darkens
The window sill.
Solidarity
We aren’t free, while someone’s knee is on our neck, our hands are cuffed, and three others stare silently. Reduced to squirming like worms, we bellow like the day we were born into this unjust world.
Pandemonium
We have fast food
clogging arteries;
TV dinners cloaked
in cancerous wraps;
cell phones frying
private parts;
Put on a Show
I feel Godly when staring at ants—
less so with elephants and orcas;
the latter sings and swims for leagues,
the prior’s trunk caresses and ensnares;
How much more?
Why does one person marvel at a flash of lightning, and another shudder in terror?
Why does the rain soothe some, while others are soaked in sorrows?