Monday, September 9, 2013

We Looked Away


“Postwar America fell heavily under the influence of an out-of-control and paranoid military-industrial-complex. The middle-class kids growing up in 60's rebelled and a revolutionary spirit took hold amongst them. Marx was for many a guiding inspiration for revolution. Their indignation was fanned by the oppression of minority races at home and the killing of foreigners half a world away at the hands of an imperialistic American military.”


Marx made us high
united yet less committed
except for getting high

Eventually we fearful
gave up 
"grew up"
followed the path  
of cookies that lead us
to what was expected
educations, professions, families, houses
military-industrial complex

Marx made us high
united yet less committed
We looked away  

Life is Brutal


Life is Brutal

Always been
from the time
we  brought
down animals
by ourselves

No advantage
but brain, that
brain got us 
in a lot of rain

Now we have
advantage over
everything
our weapons
still get smarter 

Friday, September 6, 2013

Email to a Friend


Email to a Friend

I tried to write 
an email to a friend
all night the phone
rang and rang and
rang again

I lived in voice write
phone call friends
I tried to write
rather than call
an email to a friend

Monday, September 2, 2013

Witch Hunt


Witch Hunt

He’s after me
he’s always after me
before me
beside me
behind me
his presence heavy
he’s always after me

I duck and weave
smile until my face cracks
I disintegrate on the
floor beneath
gasping for breath
from the frontal attack
he’s always after me

He can tell if I’ve had 
something to drink
he’s after me as he 
swills his beers
okay for him but not
for me
he’s always after me

I live in fear each moment
he never lets up so I sneak
sips and puffs
a disgusting way to live
in ultimate paranoia 
I am an adult with free will
it is dangerous to assert myself

Why do I live like this
he's always after me
I'm afraid to leave 
a sad admission
I am a coward
I am one of those women
beaten down

Now I am his caregiver
after angry days we embrace
there is still love and caring
still respect and yet why
do I live like this
he's always after me
it is dangerous

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Evening


Evening

All day storm advances
inky sky threatens
lightening shoots sparks
sunset bathes clouds
in feathery scarlet
puddles a mirage of wet colors
I sway in doubt lost in a hole 
from too close introspection 

Thursday, August 29, 2013

I Need a Massage


I Need a Massage

Strong fingers working
muscles, tendons, bones
I need a knead working
muscles, tendons, bones
staff of life making bread
it begins in the nest

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Against the Wall


Against the Wall

Concrete rigidity
how do I do that
against the wall

Beaten each day
against the wall
how do I do that

I fluid through it