Lepers
Buddha’s balls have been clipped
Christ died for nothing
Screaming of babies from a nursery on a gray, stuffy, random day just before fall
The illusion of sickness now a clever excuse
And now to be unremarkable, is amply rewarded
A race of cowards
And yet:
Resplendent faces prevail
Shining beautiful new diseases into the world
Our human kinship leprosy
The timid passers by avoid us
I’d love to leave it at that.
But they have smelled blood, and in their emptiness, gathered a taste for it
*******
June morning
Big puffy cloud like a cotton ball
smell of cut grass and weeds
Honeysuckle, a crow's call
Hot sun is my savior
Glowing on bare skin
cracking my back
Restoring my mind
The cars on the road are in a separate world
Cloistered and troubled
I'm in heaven
These fresh vibrant mornings
Should never be wasted on worrying
What the hell are we doing?
*******
Silence
the air is full of uncertainty
there is no real community
haphazard run-ins with the way it's
supposed to be
but they're few and far between
signal to noise now upside down
voices from megaphones
speakers from crowns
but the whisper I hear is now growing loud
and it keeps me awake at night
stashing implements, treasures, and tools
in a modest fashion
prepare for encroachment of humans
turned ghouls, devoid of honest passion
the greatest disease
is knowing
the only cure
is action
but now, just eerie
silence
*******
