He shed his ego
Like a snake letting go
Of its skin
And wandered into
The land of
Ill intention
And the darkness
It harbored inside
His mirror had been shattered
There—left on the ground
Pieces to reflect
What was missing before
Until one after one
Each bad wish was contained
Prismatic
—light reentering again
(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2018)
Categories:
reentering, light,
Form: Free verse
I often wonder if
Global Warming as we are told
Would ever benefit more from
Space exploration not creating holes exiting and reentering our atmosphere
And bomb's that explode upon the crater scorched lands of war
Or Nuclear power stations toxic waste
Or are we alone
To foot the blame
As we are lead to believe by government scientists
Because we are the people who really care
Enough about our chidrens future
Categories:
reentering, environment,
Form: Free verse
The wind is bickering with the night
My poor house caught up in the middle
Pawing and retreating then pouncing like a cat
It drums at the windows and
Haunts a ricochet around the room
Of some rendez-vous echo where
The downtrodden beat downward
Into my valley, the new address of Lillith
Or Hydra, the war waging outside
Breaking careful silence like a train
Chuffing me slowly away with
The cars zooming in the wayside
Burnt out, the relay challenging
Me to find my own way into sleep
Depravation or a Concentration Camp
A womb must sound like this
Haunted and forboding. But, what foetus
Could ever know much better
Than to be scared out of new skin?
Calling for Hercules or a prescription
Some tablets and a glass of gin
To wipe away the world
Reentering anonymity and concentration
Camping myself in the ocean, a bag
For the dead, that little gold fish
Floating around within the carrier
Tonight, I sleep in the womb
Categories:
reentering,
Form: Free verse