Malaise with a Touch of Catatonia

for Luke

Trifling with thoughts of various sufferings

in the world, no doubt caused by Seven


Deadly Sins, can cause a hopeless

feeling in those who pay


attention to humanity.  The human

condition is contemplated by the quiet observer


pondering if there is a human being


who can balance fair to midland on all

7 scales.  And, then some she wondered,


which am I likely to tip?  The answer

comes in the slow repulsion


to what our culture has become

and a desperate need to express it.


Dr. Hubris

To hear your voice is to rot

from the inside by castrated

semiotics.  The dead pan tones

grating out of your vocal chords

are nothing more than

the cliché of fingernails on chalkboards

making people claw at their own ears

in hopes to numb themselves

to the atrocity you

call planetary poetry.  I call pathetically

mousey, rubric rendered

ridiculous, and a mockery of something sacred.

Your words are small,

never rising to the music

of Orpheus. Self-serving

only allows your lines to inflate

nothing but ego, which disintegrates

the beautiful feather of poetics coasting on a bay

so appropriately called Misery.

Semper Fi Means Nothing to the Abandoned


So you say nothing.  She sees

you as a person, but not ever her


father.  What you must have faced

in that Hell they called a conflict—she knows it


was worse than any war and how so many

innocents died for nothing at all.  She knows you


know it too.  The terror you must have felt

when having to convince yourself that death


is not murder when it’s in the name of War, yet it is

called a Conflict.  And the horrors that go on


behind the closed door of liquor’s rule

of order.  She is conflicted


because she can feel for a man she does not

know and the tears he must have shed when holding


the blasted bits of his buddy’s body, but he also is

the man who left his innocent daughter to cry


for the daddy she never believed loves for he has gone

to leave her small unknowing frame facing the atrocities


of the world.  Never protecting her from

the scary things that blow up


in the night, she had to face

them alone.  And still you say nothing.