Cheap Carnival (a poem)

in psych wards, they take your belt, shoelaces

anything you could use to hurt yourself

when I’m there, I fear the world will kill me

so, I give them my belt, tell ’em to take good care of it

& I talk to others there

& I feel damaged & I identify with compatriots –

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Brave (a poem)

what does it mean to be brave

in today’s age?

maybe it’s simpler than we think

like the warrior societies of old

their ethos to put family first

die for a cause, face aristocrats

who sit on gold-plated thrones

who bemoan gutter-champions

& bare-knuckled brawlers

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