overheard while loitering at the gas-bar

1 hour ago: There’s trouble
down in Mexico. My friend’s sister said
when she was in Puerto Vallarta
there were men on the beach
with guns.

“does this have something to do
with Trump building that stupid
wall”?

No, I think it’s drug people.

“Like, the Cartels?”

Yeah. I heard a farmer down there say
that he liked that Trump was
President. The wall keeps out all
those people coming, and going.”

“so, they sold the underground railroad
to the State…”

I guess so. You can’t go anywhere anymore.

45 minutes ago: He’s a natural, you don’t
have to teach him anything. You watch him,
and he teaches you.

“he sounds gifted”

He is, but my wife can’t keep him
off drugs, and those damn video games
are making him antisocial.

“what do you do?”

She says that I’m too busy with work
to notice.

“are you?”

Hey, I’ve got responsibilities.
If it weren’t for me she’d be out on the street.

15 minutes ago: what’s your opinion
of Hillary?

“Some guy accused me of supporting
Hillary, and I said “Fat chance bud.
Like I would support some reptile creature
in her quest to become supreme overlord
of the US.”

you know, She won the people’s vote.

“Whatever, Trump’s my boy.”

5 minutes ago: got off my ass and walked home
with a sigh.

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Meat Farms

where in the end
is the self
unique
from the beginning?
kept
from influence, free
to grow individually?

they’re always trying to tell you
that knowledge is power, &
you are what you eat
I say really?
to me it seems
you are
who you have around you
an
idea of yourself

when did the Media
start inventing the News
(?)
when will they claim
responsibility
for acronyms
when will they admit
War
is an extension of economy
(?)
that we are expendable
that our co-dependant support
is rewarded
with global pollution,
political double-speak,
and tax-hike scare tactics?

You are not Yourself,
You are what they Sell you!

they know
your ego will emulate
a strong disposition
to escape the torment of reality
they know
,and i can’t prove
the results of mind-control research
but i can look outside
and see the shepherds and the
sheep

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Ghosts

we are all
ghosts
destiny
is just reality’s joke
a little twist
to slit the wrist of the
host
flesh is foreign
the spirit’s remote
we are all
ghosts

I took my shoes
but the river was dry
we laid in bed
and dreamed the moon was
alive
he said “my child”
you know that I’m right
we will all
die

fight the traffic
for a spot at the beach
the radio
sings the songs of the week
lay out your blanket
and wrestle the heat
we will all
bleed

learn control
and call it romance
find a lover
and discover a dance
give and take
what you never had
we are all
bad

sometimes a cynic
is what you defend
optimism
is the light at the end
and the tunnel
is how we pretend
we are all
friends

I took my coat
from a beast in the night
a toothy carcass
he sat by my side
around the fire
we laughed in the smoke
destiny
is just reality’s joke
reach for purpose
and settle for hope
but we are all
ghosts

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Heavy

night walking
with the beat of rain
falling
on hooded head
locks
ponytailed back
behind scarf-covered face
eyes
fixed downward
navigating puddles

nothing
but the slosh of wet boots
the constant hum of machines
persistent city lights
strung between wires
buzzing
a siren oscillates
so distant
it cries in obscurity

the city feels void
without the familiar dogs
or the yowl of cats
streets
are quiet
within a sphere of
muffled voices
intersection signals
clicking

and the pat, pat, pat
of rain

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Garden

when it is
that
two persons find
in each other
a spark,
a glint of desire
reflected
they
together in that moment
begin
to orbit
their mutual manifest
nuclei

to nurture and grow
a sacred space
twisted
to the will of their
discovery
it is in that
garden
that love blossoms
from
a seed,

or it fails
should the two convince
themselves
that it is there
to spare themselves
the tangles
of tending to
their gardens
alone

but the truly romantic
create such cathedrals
that even
the danger of surrender,
and the awkwardness of compromise
seem
a bitter antidote
for the pangs
of loneliness

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Giants

built our rocketships
refined from mountain ore
with all our orchestrated
Chemistry
fashioned metal skins
to keep
our water from
the absolute chill
of space

fueled by ancestral
skeletons
reduced the forests to
a cinder pile
and fed papyri
to our new
machines

the surface is on fire
moldspores on the surface
turning red

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when was it never me?

constantly writing
constantly thinking
new ideas, thinking
constantly – constantly,
I
thought I knew
your face
from mine
a shadow in a dream
an illusion
of a metaphor
living, living
health is a concern
mental health
a conscious alarmclock
buzzing
somewhere behind the wall
with the chattering teeth
of mice
gnawing
intra-cranial tunnels
constantly – constantly,
scribble it down
attack the next thought
rip it apart
describe the viscera
next one,
next one,
hummingbird looking for a feeder

living, living
a semantic time loop
lapse
collapsing inward
falling
as the fickle rain falls
collecting
wet upon the laurel
of imagination

I dreamt I questioned
you
I woke
and did,
then
I dreamt a better question

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