Who do you answer to?
We all serve someone, whether at the
Behest of a gun pointed at our chest
Or the collapsing sky and shifting
Sands beneath our tired feet
My scream was muffled by the millions
Of hands placed over my disgusting mouth
My words have no meaning anymore
I’ve taken a detour on
Information destruction highways
Where so much data is stored in
My false brain that I no longer
Know if I’m sane or part of the
Mega-corporation whole
I. Relativity
Have you noticed?
The homeless population is increasing
In the LA tent encampments
Surrounded by luxury cars
They plan to change the world
They are our only hope
At night, they bake beans over trash-can fires
Tell stories of their downfalls
And imaginary triumphs
Then they cuddle up in their tents
And scream into the void
They are met with silence
Like them, I have sought to comfort
But discovered there’s no comfort
Found when hanging on
Edges and screaming into voids
I am devoid of blessings; I wish
I listened to the prayers
Of my grandmother, when she
Gripped her rosary and asked Jesus
To keep me safe on lawless nights
celestial bodies high up above
are partially hidden in this
light-polluted city where
we hear screams from
four-story buildings &
smell pulsing humanity,
seeping thru the walls
of our studio apartments –
Continue readingthere’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)
lapping waves on the shores of hell
over expanse of red clay & dust
on another planet
black buzzards circle above
pick at bloated corpses –
Continue readingThe internet is a dangerous place
you can’t see my face
just a still photo
from long ago –
we fall down rabbit holes
into spacious cyberness
it must affect us
but we’re not sure how
we always want more
time in front of these screens –
we screamed when the internet
was unleashed into this world
did we really know
it would be like this?
(Photo by Dhaval Parmar on Unsplash)
Desert sands of deception
flames of futility
growing in the wilderness
under an orange sky
baking us at record temps –
Our Planet is dying
screaming, crying
and she’s angry.
(Photo from Insider.com)
Note: This poem was a meditation on the wildfires happening in California right now. I haven’t read much about them, but I do know that much of it is being caused by the increasing damage of man-made climate change.
