Poetry – Page 5 – Liferaft in the Abyss

I need a drink….

….but the wells are turquoise green.All the liquor is gone. Fallen buildings and crater,exposed sewage andanimal sounds,I can’t sleep here. Conversing crows lookdown upon me.

Sometimes, I trully wished that I was assembled. To smile knowing I’m disposeable and not be missed when I am gone. Of course, I remember my roots. Black people can’t be judges some think, because they should only be dish washers and athletes. My my, that’s the home of brave. But when I literally shedContinue reading “Every Day, a poem.”

Learning Curve, a poem.

I’ve seen people wondering the streets. A man, yelling it was the end of the world. I would not have noticed him hadn’t he had a huge dong, fully erect. I met a good friend from elementary school. It was great to see him, until he pulled out a .22 and robbed me. I wonderContinue reading “Learning Curve, a poem.”

Faster than light, a poem.

I ran and ran, but couldn’t catch him. He dwindled, his form growing smaller. Did he run from me because my fire and love were just too much? Or was it my B.O.? Was it too light or did it kill his nose? Next time, I’ll be faster than light.

Missing balls, a poem.

Howdy, I’m the American male. And I’m missing parts of me. My balls went missing when civil rights protesters marched. I thought they were right, but I needed to get home before the game started. I work for a company that has a lot of women employees, but none of them are upper management. IContinue reading “Missing balls, a poem.”

Don’t blink, a poem

leaves changing their colors again but I haven’t moved. My feet have sunken into ground, My teeth turned brown with rot. I only closed my eyes for a moment, now everything under the sun is old.

What would Captain America say?, Prose poetry.

….that Hydra has taken over, wearing make America great again…. ….black boys being gunned down sleeping on a couch…. ….or eating ice scream after a hard days work…. All in the name of America. Would he be cool with denying abortions, (women, back in the kitchen with ya, he, he!). Would he weep?

Is it getting dryer? A poem

Can lakes disappear, water as far as the eye can see? If lake Michigan drys up, will we see the Ella Fitzgerald? And Lake Meade has a dirty bath ring, lower by stories. Which would become scarce first, the water or the electricity? What of Vegas? But no one seems worried.

It’s OK to cry, a poem.

I cry about,the amount of polyesterin my clothing. It is often cheaply made,Overly glossy,and likely to catch fire. I cry about pass foolishness,often forgetting the wisdom thatit taught me. But I don’t know my beginning or end, and thats OK. I like to keep my head small, to ensure that I can fit through theContinue reading “It’s OK to cry, a poem.”

Wow, Civilization is still here?

Thousands of Russian troops and armor, on the Ukrainian border like some Civilization game. The US, distracted from within by it’s lack of honor, citizens losing their rights like rotting fruit. The homeless grow in numbers, as more chairs disappear and the music stops. Billionaires buy more super yachts and bunkers escape to, But thereContinue reading “Wow, Civilization is still here?”