Blood Feud (a poem)

I don’t know how this war started

but I know its ultimate end –

blood feud over pieces of land,

lustful for riches in the sand,

exploitation of earth,

mass machines churning

in desolate fields –

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Red Moon (a poem)

Red moon, where did you come from?

Red moon, what do you want?

I offered my children

I ignored your taunts

What more could you ask for?

Must you always flaunt

and remind me I’m an earth-bound servant

in the killing fields

my servitude is permanent

my fate is sealed

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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

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Yellow Moons (a poem)

be careful, son

don’t delve into

too much mystery

it’ll consume you

pray to yellow moons

inky-black skies

howling wolves

green wilderness

cycles of rebirth

summer turns to autumn

the land sustains us

be careful, son

& brave

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Uncertainty (a poem)

I search for certainty

my mind processes current events like a calculator,

seeking clarity – aren’t we all?

But once things settle down, the lake becomes still

in the moonlight

things change, get strange

Big Foot does a belly-flop in the cold water

scares the children away

The only thing I know for certain

is that life is constant change

impermanence +

I must cope with uncertainty.

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The Faceless Woman (a poem)

The faceless woman chases me through vacant city streets –

lights on in every home, but no one’s there,

just us, running in dreadful silence

my heart beats so fast it feels as if it’ll burst

from my sunken chest, plop on black concrete +

continue to beat to the rhythm of the pulsing ground,

as a brilliant moon looms above, hangs over us,

shines blinding light on my ghostly skin –

I’m living in sin + if the woman catches me,

I’ll surely suffocate + gurgle black blood

from a wicked mouth –

No! my mouth is gone, covered by slimy skin,

+ I’m gone, in her cold grasp at last,

the world collapses inside of me +

I wake as a newborn in some

distant jungle landscape.

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