Broken Men, Broken Women

Good men

Are broken

By broken women

Born of broken mothers

By broken fathers

Who’ve broken

Good women

Picking Daisies

I know Matt Whitaker
I don’t know Matt Whitaker

Except, here’s the thing.

We’re not picking daisies
Mr. President
you’re running the country
Mr. President
and you don’t even know who you know?
Mr. President

America is not one of your companies.
America is not your next big deal.
America is not another bankruptcy for you to cash in on.

Mr. President
we’re not picking daisies,
but if we were
she’d love you not.

In cold blood.

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.

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 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tells me it’s out of date

the more, out of date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.

Before Long Island

I
believed
in
myself
once.

A
long
time
ago.

Perhaps
too
much.

Perhaps
not

enough.

Like
I
believed
in
you.

A
long
time
ago.

Perhaps
too
little.

Perhaps
too

much.

While
your
many
faces
spoke.

Such
awful
beauty
spewed.

All
that
time.

I
heard

nothing.

Believe
it
or
not,
I

really
believed
in
everyone.

Spitting
tea
leaves.

Before
Long

Island.

Start Digging

If you’re stuck in a hole,
remember:

Nobodies going to help you
longer than it pays.

Minimum wage doesn’t mean
livable wage.

And chances are,
they’re also knee deep.

So start digging.