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Enough, Enough

because we did not
choose death
it chose us

how the dead die
how the lies, lie
how the wind howls
under a clear Nevada sky

how the colors fade
to black, black,
black
twisting us up
fireballs and
acid pools
burning souls
of sorrow

sorrow skin kites
fly away
black as death
clouds

blood black leaves
newspaper
headlines
for angry
men

again?

Sandy Hook
once more
weeps in the angry wind
thorns on the cross
bulletins of death
as one more devil
does his best
to rip the souls
of men
bloodflower bombs
under the night sky
can’t die?

counting weapons?
really?
who cares how many?

once again, we weep
we grieve and grieve
our words and wounds
in the news
one more long death song

repeating rifles
bullet waves
under amber grain
within the well of sorrow
hidden in the headlines
our overwhelming pain
one more death
is much too much
white stones
death
on hillsides of green

broken bodies
stacked wheat
on red cement
gruesome as a Nazi
death camp
so much rotten fruit
and firewood
under a peaceful
Nevada sky
while the dark
dance of death
cuts away our inner child

foolish me
I thought all the demons had died
now I wonder
where are our angels?
have we killed them with our pride?
John is gone
Martin’s died
Jesus is long forgotten
and
all the wolves
are inside
us

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Public Opinion

Public Opinion by Mike Lee

public opinion is
just more internet noise
leather masks, word whips and
promises
fish mouth judges
squeezing their tounges in the press
shark skin suits
lawyer lies
telephone crackle
media mush
cry and criticize
melting soul soup songs
metaphors and similes
in dark dusty closets
long library books
with wordless pages
meanless and mean
thick tongue devils
feather words
and apologize
from broken pages
while word winds spin in the windmill
whirlwind electronic
sound bites
blowing us up like
stiff balloons
up into the clouds
and back again.

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Broken Unbrellas

Broken Umbrellas by Mike Lee

as the
red fire sun
nibbles away
the pink ends of the day
my last thoughts
will be of you
you 
with your 
tinny 
white
ankles
dipped 
in 
a blood red
rain
and
your
broken
blue umbrella
fighting 
the wind
like a caged
matador
under
a
bull dog
sky
while
critics
pour out 
word
sand 
castles
on distant 
shores
leaving
you
untouchable
as
i watch
the dark
sky
swallow
us all

such
soft words
sails 
at sunset
swells in surf
memories

boats 
pass 
us
in a fog
friends
forget u
and the sharks
eat 
the rest

life pours 
out
on broken
rocks
pennies
and poetry

white sails
at sunset
fingers
twist
thoughts
like
broken
pretzels
and poetry
both
assaults
and 
astound
my senses

my temples
on a printed page
sharp as
glass egos
words wound
out of tune
discarding
friends
like so much old
baggage
memories 
discard
the truth
hiding
reflections
in 
broken 
mirrors
under 
covers
of flesh
and 
regret
some
words
we can't take back
sharp as 
broken glass
word on a page
cut into us

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When the Tourists Go Home

when the tourists go home
someone special sleeps in the hall
most of the time he smells like wet grass
once so full of life, he licked my face
but now, he has become just an old friend
winding my heart around his long pink tongue
he used to hang out at the firehouse with dad
now dad says, Free,  he’s not much use to anyone, 
or so dad says
but dad is now lost in the war
the war of words 
between mom and dad
where lawyers are shadows and salacious lies hide
tucked in tight
between the lines 
of a separation
but even lawyers can’t separate memories
the smiles seem so strange these days
in yellowed pictures under plastic sleeves
once, they were new 
and we were all happy
before mom took her
and dad took me
and the bank took the rest
the rest is rusted as an old spoke wheel
junkyard fancy 
fancy words on long law paper
jails, and courtroom wrecks
ships crash on childhood rocks
inside our burning house
and broken chains
rotting in the rain
where the old play set sits
abandoned and ugly
as harsh words
explode in the courtroom 
while thick smoke fires 
in my parent's eyes
burn bright red
and ink stains the document
turning us to drift free
like broken boats
crashing on a hostile shore
my parents chased love away one night
when blood flowed
on the kitchen floor
and the cops came
splitting mom and dad
and us up in separate
corners of town
closing the door
on family 
and fury

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Empty Shoes

empty shoes 

sleep in my father’s closet

his voice haunts me at night

when your back is turned

death sneaks up 

the soul thief

collecting thorns from crowns 

of pink flowers blossoms 

filling killing fields 

of frozen fruit trees

with regrets

and

memories  


babies 

begin

the cycle 

again

in the long cold

winter

between 

the silences

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Trust

trust is often written 
with counterfeit ink
it’s such a poor lover

mourning in the morning
as my blood curls
around the throat
of the world
and makes
the impossible
possible

soft sandpaper hands
promise and lie
like shadows entwined
on a lamp shade
the light goes out  
water falls to
dust death 
in wind shadows
low and down
liquor lips
and lies
and
the long goodbyes

trust me
trust 
lies

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Broken Petals

Broken Petals by Mike Lee
 
broken petals 
break the blossom 
from the flower
the leaf from the tree
the shadow from the light
fire from ice
life from death
friends from family
echoes from silence
wishes from regrets 
the future from memories
until death dies 
eternally

when their are 
no more bird songs
no more sacred music
no more hymens 
no more tigers 
in the grass 

such
simple graces
separate the scared
from the profane
on Sundays
at the every church
when murder comes to call
then god help us sinners 
help us
all 

too many white crosses
on green hillsides
leave the world
so empty
of souls
and saints

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The Wong Side of the Mirror

am I
the not I
or 
merely
imagination
un-imagined?

am I
on the wrong side
of the mirror
the crooked eight
the hard nine
the soft shell
or the torus?

as I
stare out
of the abyss
the moon
and
mankind
torture
truth 
embrace 
lies
like
snakes
and 
spiders
embrace 
death

until
even
death dies


truth 
dies

old men
grow 
soft
stones 
and dirt
surrounds
the rest

am I on 
the dark side 
of the sun?
where light 
never enters
reflections
never reflect
empty 
words
erupt

as
a cruel 
kindness
explodes 
shattering
the glass ball
beautiful
blue 
planet

painful
sounds
in the ears of
puppet 
salesmen

have I been
sleeping for a thousand years
am I only
coffin kill
on
polar 
planets?
where
friends
never seem
friendly

while
bar stools spin 
endlessly
in twisted orbits
as evil 
crushes us all
into
frozen flowers
wind storms strum
the same old
steel guitars
and
broken pianos

this Earth ship 
crashes
light bends
burning shadow 
people
but never turns
into morning
are u
the last survivor?
in the clouds
while an evil wind
this way blows
full of bad ideas
dancing puppets
fill the macabre dance floor
run out of blow torch songs
puppet heads
sandpaper voices
off key
and underground?