See the human debris,
the scattered limbs torn apart
by shrapnel velocity
In so many Third World places,
the second-hand groan grafters
commit mercantile murder
in the first degree
Time encapsulated buried hatred
leech covetously
Flooding the colonial lands with booby-trap misery
Tick-tock waves of disfigurement crimes
against humanity
Collateral damage seep in deadpool faces ...
dark moral cavities,
where maimed charity bleeds
Mental scarlet stains of pain
are strewn everywhere
Empty eye sockets are separated
by full-metal piercings
Observe the void spaces between desensitized ears:
Lynch pinheads be blunt instruments
using indiscriminate force —
Spreading teary shattered hopes of detached fears
Awaken numb senses
to the non-negotiated reality
of prosthetic dreams
Dry sea of grief ...
landmine of crimson carnage
Deathly halt feelings collect the debt
paid by the broken living pieces
Why is there only morphine comfort
in hidden swaths of shame,
where phantom limb emotions
have metallic waves of saline releases?
I don’t have more friends than you do,
I’m trying to think this thing through,
One particular thought in my head,
Some things are better not said.
All alone, in the way
Brighter than pinheads,
Darker than day…
Climb up and give me your hand,
I’ll arrange everything to be planned,
Show some respect, as you said,
Love is a rudderless bed.
Hark back to rainbows,
Last chance for sunsets,
Bring back tomorrow,
And leave this behind.
Hark back to brainstorms,
Last chance for road trips,
Bring back tomorrow,
Let's take our last chance.
Last chance to show me your cards,
Can you tell me what is going around?
How many times have you bled?
Some things are better not said.
Last chance to save this,
Last chance to crave this,
It’s getting so lonely,
It’s been a long day,
Yes but there’s always,
The chance of a last chance,
It’s only the past tense
That gets in our way.
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