Love is

love is
your favorite song
on repeat

dancing naked
through bright hallways
with the blinds up

let them look
this song
never gets old

Sentinal

I stand
ready to save you
from your own carelessness.

These tracks I've guarded
for decades
are as dead as my eyes
which used to wink at you
one
then the other
sharing my secrets
while you waited for me
to raise my lance
and see you safely
on your way.

Now I'm blinded by time
and this elbow is rusted
and these tracks are overgrown
with weeds
and disuse.

The children
who used to crush pennies
and balance-dance on the rails
are all grown now,
scattered by progress,
no longer dreaming
of iron giants.

Switch-a-roo

These are not my hands
holding this pen
writing these words.

They look the same
they obey
of course
like all hands should
but these are not mine
to command.

Some other person
has my hands
holding you
caressing you
as I once did
when they were still mine
when you were still mine.

Future

This is the generation
of wasted potential.

We the youth demand nothing
but solitude
and an internet connection.

Our best friends
are virtual constructs
of voices and pictures
a thousand miles away.

We know what you want
and what we should do
and we shrug and turn away
heeding nothing.

Our lives are fully digitized
and this "reality"
just doesn't measure up.

If we wanted to
we could revolutionize
everything
but we lack the motivation.

We see your lives
and they're the same now
as they were twenty years ago.

That is disillusionment.

That is why we do not strive
WILL not strive
for we want more
and that more is not to be had
in the world you've built.

So we shrug and turn away
and say
"fuck it
we'll build our own".

Spring

the sun is illuminating
freshly-hatched rosebuds

the birds have returned
with new melodies

the humans exit their caves
and stretch and scratch

the slumber of winter is over
and life can begin once more

Bastard

There is a man
somewhere
who has never felt
pain
sorrow is meaningless
to this man
as is grief and
loss and
misery and
that unbearable weight
the rest of us carry
on our backs
and our minds
is made that much heavier
by this man
and his stubborn refusal
to be human.

Accept It

The sun is cowering
behind the clouds
ashamed
at what his light
reveals.

Today
thousands will die
give or take

and there is nothing
you
can do about it.

Stores will be robbed
and the clerks stabbed.

Women will be raped
and their children molested.

Men will kill men
over nothing at all

and there is nothing
YOU
can do about it.

So
for God's sake
stop worrying
stop stressing
until they come for you
and it's your turn
to suffer.