Autumn Poverty Poems

Transitions and Contrasts: Just like the Seasons
Scorching, sweltering, drying, draining
The Candle of the Sky, now a supernova
Chirping birds cry out for drops of draught,
The strays...

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Shadows stretch out across this lost highway. 
Cool winds dance dying leaves as the sunsets cast.

At the edge of sky, hues of gold and Crimson...

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Tenebrous night steals autumn days,
Invading ink subtracts the breath of light,
With tarnished mingling edge,
With dusty dusk’s laments.

Tenebrous night of immutable grave,
Infiltrating melanin loots the golden...

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Mud casts no reflections in the nightmarish fog

There are ghosts in the corn fields after harvest

Resurrecting fear in the hearts of children

Masked apparitions, beggars of...

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I have eaten my last carrot
Munching it, I should say
A place between yellow and red
Like autumn

I saw a question
The difference 
Between absolute and relative
Poverty

I have...

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During these times, our cities stand bare. 
In picturesque grey, without a busy business.
A mask the merchandise wear standing there. 
In silent closure, venues lost...

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You stank, and  poo was once revealed when pants were pulled in playing field. Hard round briquettes, quite dry, like dung with straw sun-hard...

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South of here, zombie cicadas
chafe heated thighs,
but North of Tippecanoe
Shawnee trails lead into autumn.

September has mottled the forest maples.
We take photographs,
but the green still smothers
scattered...

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The Metro

At the metro 
Railroad cars run on steel, metal tracks above and below ground
A narrow pathway in the dark 
A screeching halt
A loud whistle
A...

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Autumn leaves drifting
while snow parades through
	                  thoughts –...

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I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy...

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[Song Lyric]

Brothers and sisters have we plenty—
The sun, the moon, and stars on high.
Hours in the day we've four and twenty—
Mountains and trees and lots...

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In the falling shadows of autumn’s reds and yellows,
Children dance across concrete sidewalks, 
	Laughing in and out of the bright, white street lights of Eighth...

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