Heat

One hot day just bleeds into another,
like so many slaughtered pigs on an assembly line of death.

The heat ladened evenings choke the mind,
suppressing the mechanism that forms intelligent thought.

Drops of sweat sneak down the back
like newly hatched spiderlings racing away from a cannibalistic parent.

The only sound in the ears; the beating of a heart, the labored breath and an occasional baritone growl from what seemed to be an infinitely empty stomach.

The day trudges on like a defeated army slogging its way through thickening mud.

Compensation

“Why would you do this?”

“You would never understand.”

“Try me”

“You haven’ the capacity.”

“How would you know? You don’t even know me.”

“Nor you me.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“Yes, it does”

“But I have kids.”

“So did I.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“You should have thought of that earlier.”

“How could I have known?”

“Compassion”

“And you? Where is yours?”

“You stole it, like you stole my world.”

“Our father who art in heaven …”

“Forget it, he’s not listening anymore.”

Baby in a Drain Pipe

A throwaway generation

Disregards spirit for object

Wish for want, tooled from OCD

Life is an inconvenience, gets in the way of game time

Wisdom of experience forsaken for lulz and memes

Sunshine’s healthy glow traded for 40 inch electro-static discharge in 3D

Sexual elation thrown over for strap on battery operated behemoths and webcams

Intimacy given up for unlimited text plans

Soulless minds trapped in useless information contracts, aging like bad cheese

An infant’s wail echoes through a urban sewer mind

Total Extinction of a species is just an XBOX generation away.

Completed

I am astounded by

How you affect me

I am perplexed by

Those feelings given me

I am influenced by

How your words express

I am ingratiated by

Those smiles you present

I am invigorated by

How you have grown

I am emancipated by

Those words of proclamation

I am defined by

How you are succeeding

Heart Strings

Sweet breathe of life

Escapes my grasp so

Soured from vices of

Anguished dreams given rise

From troubled loves that

Tear at heart strings

Drawn taught and toneless

By life's brutal ballad

Under the heading of "OOOOOps"

I keep losing my mind and yet it always finds its way back







... must be the crumbs in my beard

Protest