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High Traffic

A highly trafficked public toilet:

Leftover excrement,
tissues of tears.
Hiding from an ex,
or meeting a perfect stranger.

Throwing up nerves of steel,
collecting hand sanitizer.
Making it just one more hour,
writing initials all over the stall.

The last moment of the night,
looking at the next event flyer
under the hand dryer smiling.

Phone numbers,
hearts, and bragging rights. 
This venue has changed names,
the bathroom stayed the same.

Oh the stories it would tell.

the ways almost down

cosmic constant, sneaks 
to be diluted
pinned down with
prison franks
playing footsie
not a long ride
loveless daybeds
abandoned signals
fighting eyes across trafficked lies
earthern worms 
bait filled cells in bread
tape worn in xrays of osiris
skipped eventually in tag
enough to walk down 
walking home, down 
further than, better days
sinkers on a string
blankets of kelp, poisoned
and learned

the baby won't need a pack of smokes

Gambling

Sometimes looking back
can be step forward -- 
being certain of where not
to return -- paths of experience
already traveled.  Grass-less ruts
heavily trafficked by self and
loser others -- I search for detours, 
missed games of chance -- 

though lectured long and wide
on the pitfalls of gambling...God, 
our perfect example!~ His life
and death wager of Free Will...

What greater stake than a Soul?

Each of us given one Gambit
of Time!?

Tomorrow

There's always another tale to be told
Other reports that are yet to unfold 
Moving past edited headlines in bold
Maybe in small print or lost in the fold
Ordinary tales left out in the cold
Rainbows that never quite led to the gold
Roads to where real life is trafficked and sold
Ordinary people the tales we hold
Watching the looking glass as we grow old.

It Kills Me

People are dying everyday 
There is a war on ukraine 
A genocide in the middle east 
A grandma died her dog died too 
No one knew in 6 months it was on the news 
And children are trafficked, killed by goons 
Some are assaulted raped then discarded
My girlfriend left if feels bad too 
but what kills me everyday 
Is my dog will die one day too

No Need To Hide, I See You

If I think to much
More
There minds are gonna
Break
If I write to much
More
There hate, its gonna 
Break
That pack, its circling
Howling
Ready to pounce
If at all
They wound me
Seems
The Dim took offence
To something
Maybe, I wrote
Who knows?
Vengeance
Is there's
Its coming
The ears are back
Laying flat
On the trafficked
I already know
I have already
Seen

No Peace In Perfidy

When shadows fall across the land
And darkness sweeps the light away
Shall I give those who lead a hand,
Those who hastened democracy’s fray,
Who trafficked in selfish pursuits
Lusted for power at our nation’s expense?
I shall never speak kindly of sycophants
Who for their folly pay no recompense,
Who bought into lies imperiling us,
Whose conspiracies do not enhance
The welfare of our national sovereignty,
But promote a perverted song and dance.
May they never find peace in perfidy,
For such is the fate of those who preen,
Who laugh at those of a kinder destiny
Who lived a past, and hopeful future seen.

Written September 25, 2022

Clinging Stares Under the Cloak of Darkness

They get braver, it seems, under the cloak of darkness
Like a monster from a bedtime story,
Peeling back its human mask, allowed to roam free on the pitch-black streets
And everyone, they think its you that is the problem. 
“That shirt’s too short to go out in”
“You know, girls are getting trafficked at the mall now, you might want to cover up”
“Make noise, if someone grabs you, yell, scream, anything”
And them, the creatures of the night,
They whistle and stare
Eyes dragging over you, leaving you feeling dirty all over
They aren’t human anymore, at night
And even in the bright spots, under lampposts and in front of stores,
No one is safe
And your mother’s there at 8 sharp, just before the sun dips below the horizon
Gone are the days of carefree play
Gone are the nights lite up with fireflies
The harmless, twinkling bugs have been replaced by 
snarling, 
whistling,
staring-too-long 
creatures of the night

She Has Found a New Family

She is being ignored by mom and dad
They have their own friends, most virtual
She was replaced by I-phones long ago
They no longer speak at dinner, each swipes a screen.

She swipes a screen too, searching for her new best friend.
He is seventeen, and he understands her pain.
He is her confidant, she will be leaving tonight to be with him forever.
He has cautioned her to not tell her parents.

No worries there. They would not hear her if she did.
Her bags are packed. She is going off on a new adventure.
At fifteen, she is lonely and sad; this will be terrific!
She has no idea he is fifty-two,
and she is a about to become sex-trafficked.

Iowa State Fair 1962

listening to the water in the water mill
brings the Iowa State Fair into my mind
We had a water mill ride
In the sixties it was something
We would wait all day for a chance
to get sprinkled with water

funnel cakes were not invented yet
back in the day
but we had lizards on a stick
live ones.
you had the option to pin them on your blouse
until they expired in the heat

the midway was a riot
you could hear the screams all over the park
we were dragged to the ladies auxiliary building
to look at quilts for hours
when I got older I sneaked off to the 4-h barn
that’s where the cute boys were

an innocent time 
when children could run around freely
and no one worried about being sex trafficked or kidnapped
I think of these days fondly when I see a wood mill
So I thank you for this memory

We'Re All Scum

Weathered hearts take the plummit for different reasons
Behaving freely like the chaotic parasites we were always meant to show how to live life a bit more f*cked up in the fast lane
Cruising around the metropolitan at an all time low
Putrid exhaust fumes gather in thick clouds of dense smog around highly trafficked areas
You take joy in the little things like,
Bumper to bumper commerce for the rest of your uncomfortable life
Rush hour's usual three and a half
Road rage fanatics cursing in tongues and spitting on the inside of their own windsheilds
And, others just honking their own horns because they want in on the action, too
Reminds me of orgies and no one wanting to do it with you so beat off in the corner lonely and probably whining
Humanity is pathetic

Trafficked

A consignment on foreign soil, arrogated from house and home
Introduction in the blindness of night, freedom lost and spirit alone
Evil now renders its hand, survival consumes the affected
Divergent from fear and pain, escape becomes inspected

October 12, 2020

The Unexpected

She was only sixteen years old,
Didn't know much about heart breaks,
The only thing she knew was the love we shared,
And my soft words, soothingly amazing.

She was the pit toilet digger's daughter,
I was a billionaire first son,
My family and friends told me to stay away from her,
I couldn't because I loved her more than life itself.

Since human wants are insatiable,
So I left our motherland for more greener pastures,
That was many years ago,
While I promised to come back to fulfill my promises.

Many years have gone by now,
Still no sign of me, not even a glimpse,
Her parents hopelessly died out of frustration,
While waiting to become my in-laws.

Now she's the only one left in the wretched family,
Old with wrinkles and gray hairs,
Hoping that I will come back to tie the knot with her,
Since she had weaved her life and dreams around me.

Over thirty five years ago,
I have been doing time behind prison bars,
Because I trafficked illicit drugs,
I'm free and back home with nothing,
Yet, she remained faithful and waited for me.

Heart Is Homeless

The child is so cold living in a wild home 
No milestones are set 
Running away would be best 
The sun didn’t shine today in his tint
I should pray for him

Dope dealer slide by in the Benz he wish he drove 
How long will the boy yell bingo 
Before traveling a road trafficked with c notes 
These jokes you over hear from mobster tales are nothing you should share over 
pasta 

Sea shells project sounds of our faith 
The boy walk in the intersection to test his faith
One case push mom and dad away 

How long will he walk without knowing

Babble

No more to dance, no more to shine,
A clown down, on the foreign round.
Lost in the laughing trafficked city.
Tongues of pity now broken, now
Regretful of the truths hard spoken.
Flinching from stilleto'd eyes,
Solace sought in the lies screaming
From the pasted signs. Only
Here, hid among the blinded dragons,
Is there peace, my shattered sister.
Rest, lay down your blistered soul.

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