We….. ….get up before dawn, eat, shower and take mass transit to work, if we are lucky…. We…. cannot work in the safety of our homes, Working for the minimum wage. No hazard pay or wealth incentives or federal/state support, always exposed to Covid_19. We could die leaving our families and estates poorer for patriotism?Continue reading “Essential Worker, a poem.”
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**sigh**
**sigh** What else can I say? To watch a slow moving coup, so slow that people don’t notice it. It creeps behind perceptions, behind Confederate flags, while people of color are killed while: buying a pack of cigarettes, or being gay, and not even accountants eating ice cream are safe. I’ve cried in rage whenContinue reading “**sigh**”
I ain’t no angel….a poem
Sorry, I ain’t no Angel…. I am man-shaped, and I continuously burn, a living yellow flame…. From days of old, people have runned from my embrace, Fearing the passions I would share with them. Why do they flee me? In school, I would sometimes set my desk on fire just sitting with daydreams of loss….Continue reading “I ain’t no angel….a poem”
But there’s no orgies….
Living alone, I want the touch of a man. But the bars are all closed, or filled with old men just having a drink. They are filled qith married couples, and no one trusts a stranger: covid makes everyone hide. But are there orgies, where everyone is certified covid free? I mean, just a fewContinue reading “But there’s no orgies….”
….through divine eyes…., a poem.
So, which is it? The chicken or the egg? Before you can observe it, what is the state of a molecule? Goddess knows, (or if you want, God), She sits back and watches not the molecule but humans to see actions and reactions. I know not what She sees, I only knows She watches me,Continue reading “….through divine eyes…., a poem.”
Quality, poem
To die in bed at a hundred…. …is it better even though you really never lived? sleeping behind a bush in Balboa Park or behind a bush on University? Is having never fought a battle good? Pampered Princes talking Wall Street or suburbanites being cool not serving while waving the flag. ….is it better whenContinue reading “Quality, poem”
An Affinity, poem
Why? Why is it that I see from the eyes of the homeless, of wants and needs, in a land of plenty. Maybe some were middle class, and others have nots, values of the American dream were over inflated the value for some, empty…. Or maybe an desperate need of freedom from society. I don’tContinue reading “An Affinity, poem”
Awe
Awe… of raw being without thought,Intense energy of horrors and joy. Sometimes overwhelming. I imagined orgies and being gangbanded as ultimate experience, while experience told meI was a fool having traveled with far less numbers. It’s the essence, not the bounty of the fruit.
Liferaft in the Abyss 