It’s people
who feel invisible
that do
the most heinous things,
and nobody
ever seems to know
who, what, where, when
or why such things could be done,
until after the fact
when there’s enough
evidence
to write a book in cold blood.
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I Voted
For what exactly
I am not sure
But today I voted
I voted for people who unlike I
Have power
Power to make a difference
Power to make a change
Power to exercise our rights
As a community of working people
We have power
I have power
And you have power
For what exactly
I am not sure
Until tomorrow
VOTE!
Something Mama chose not to say
Life is like
a box of chocolates
and then
you die.
The difference between women, men, and scars.
Scars heal.
Women don’t.
Women remember everything.
Every failed step.
Every spoken word, every mistake.
But women forget sometimes,
that men too
are unlike scars.
Men don’t heal either.
Men remember everything.
Every time, every opportunity.
And every failed step.
Then there are scars.
The untimely breakup,
which neither swears
they ever saw coming.
Off the bright side
It’s either on the wagon
or off the wagon.
There’s really no in between.
Conscious breathing is still hard.
There’s no easy way to fall asleep.
And either way,
tomorrow isn’t looking any brighter.
Destroying my art one piece at a time
I tell myself stories
and create word pairings
like a master work of Rembrandt
picture perfect in a frame
but no matter my intention
good will is always marred
by Van Gogh’s lack of detail
or is it his mastery of the craft?
Destroying my art
one piece at a time.
Your finest work was not in oil,
it was in your blood.
The last thing I told him
Some of us
have it
and some
of us just don’t.
The ability
to do
what needs to be
done
all the while
suffering
for a possible
weekend of fun
or a cookie cutter
vacation,
one
that everyone’s been on.
Some of us
have it,
while others
must go out with a bang.
Updates, Headaches, and Suppertime
The more my browser
tells me it’s out of date
the more, out of date
I feel. Perhaps
it’s time for an update.
Perhaps, it’s time for a meal.
Something else I told him
They
will
love
the generic
you,
the
you
they
feel safe
with,
and
look past
the
real you
who
might
spoil
their
fun.
That is life I told him
He
felt
much
more
comfortable
in
the
company
of
strangers,
yet
still
searched
for
that
familiar
face
in
the
crowd.
Words Of An Average White Male 