BUS STOP

you've spent 

way too long

sitting on a bench

just one street over

from the one 

your bus

drives down

Not Just The Right

Stop praying, such fools,

don't you know WE are god

We are the creators,

made in the image 

of the deities we formed

to make it seem like 

we are separate.

We are god.

We are making it rain.

Rain bullets

rain blood

rain pain

rain injustice

rain murder

rain oppression

rain terror.

WE are doing this 

as god 

because WE are all one.

the thought that some of us 

don't have blood on our hands 

is the problem.

The sooner we get that 

the sooner we stop dividing 

our responsibility

by 

MY problem 

and 

YOUR problem

by 

righteousness

and

self-righteousness.

The right hand 

on the body 

of a man

harms a child.

The left hand 

on the same body

just hangs there

or flaps around

in the air

impotently.

Both hands on the body

are 

guilty

the whole body is guilty

not just the right hand.

WARMER

You were raised in New England

and that means 

summers on the beach

toes in the sand

learning to swim in the 

Icy Atlantic.

Where you are told 

“you’ll get used to it”

“don’t be a pussy”

“be brave, girl”…

Blue fingers.

Blue lips.

You never got used to it.

And now you’re in your 50’s.

And it still spits you out.

Blue fingers.

Blue lips.

And never once did they let on

that there are places…

Warmer.

Anyone can go. 

Any Body can go. 

There are places.

That don’t.

That won’t.

Spit you out.

Freeze you out.

There are places that wrap 

around you like a blanket.

Always warm.

As if they actually 

want you
to stay.  

Puppet

 

No Small Cheat

You can steal a little,

lie a little,

pray a little,

even die a little.

But you can not love a little.

You can not cheat a little.

Those are all in.

You can not split the notion of love

or the cruelty of a cheat

like a pie into fractions.

It is what is or is not;

no halfsies.

No sitting on the dock with one skinny knee dangled in the water guppies sucking on baby hairs there

while the rest of you hangs spared

dry, mostly dry.

You're in or out.

you sin or live in doubt.

But no little love.

No small cheat.

At The End

There are those who forget and are angry.

There are those who forget and accept.

There are those who've learned what they came for.

There are those who will leave here in debt.

GRIEF RELEASED

And one day you wake up finally after 10, 20, or 100 months of despair, anger, resentment, to the pain of your obsession with grief Gone testament to the fact that you can not force a river you can not lend a hand in the process of mourning One day when the fates allow the pain will be lifted You will realize you have transcended the bottom dwellings of that past. So stop worrying about it now simply work on forgiving God forgiving the villain forgiving yourself forgiving the one gone That is the work of grief. dig deep on your own philosophy for what feels like an eternity and you wake up one day free