Would you Help me? (a poem)

Would you help me if I was in trouble?

Would you be tender?

Would you be like the good Samaritan in the bible?

Would you wipe the drool off my bruised mouth?

Would you carry me on the battlefield?

Would you feed me?

Would you listen to me talk of how I’ve wasted my life?

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Primordial (a poem)

I am the tramp who wanders American backroads

I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry

I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab

I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth

I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff

I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest

I am the space-dust that destroys satellites

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Pull the Moon Down (a poem)

shoot this arrow into

the starry night sky

& pull the moon down

it’s pale & useless

it offends my sensibilities –

i want death-sleep &

complete darkness

(Photo by Wai Siew on Unsplash)

Past Lifetimes (a poem)

in dreams, i tremble

before unseen forces

always at work behind

scenes & a screen

of smoke that masks their faces

but not beaming eyes

that stare from shadowed corners

of my brain

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Crumbling Empires (a poem)

locked inside, i forget myself

empires I’ve built have

crumbled like castles

made of sand

i can’t stand this forever

monotony & uncertainty

violent, crashing waves

appearing on screens

yet ever so still

symphonies of madness

with devil-eyed maestros

foaming from sad mouths

(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)

Clawing at my Insides (a poem)

there’s a world inside my body

begging to break free

clawing at my insides

wanting to remove me

wanting to scream in lonely forests

wanting to show me

there’s no such thing as progress

without the pain of

violent birth

(Photo by Cassi Josh on Unsplash)