Entropy Elegy

This poem from the blog is exceptionally relevant today.


To the sum of a battle cry

can you help?  In the different selves

outside of oneself a sickness has taken

hold.  The sad melody of malady

gripping the heart gone

stunned by reality

seen in plain sight that no

one seems to see. I have

not the language to explain—but I try.  Too

many of this city’s people who would

rather go another day not thinking

because the things they cannot unlearn

are too scary.  Ugly truths

refuse to be forgotten climbing like aggressive

clematis choking out everything in its path

only to bloom and die year after year, after life-

times of forgotten ago.  Vines coil tight to find

stability for the rest of itself with violet and magenta

blooms which fall petal by petal, until they look

to the naked eye as to be dead.

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Too Invisible to See Tyranny

Slavery takes its form in a chain of infinite

numbers now.  The master-slave relationship


plays out in economics, as it always has,

so we’re blind to our chains and work our


asses off for every new shackle of wanting

something you don’t need. Commercials have


burned their way through everyone’s mind so much

we convince ourselves that we don’t worship our Master


Money.  Everything human is taken out of equations,

except, of course, our own errors we can’t catch


in the math.

American Refugee as of 12:37am 1/21/17

I just couldn’t look.  I couldn’t watch

someone repulsive to every

fiber of me, even the sound of his voice


makes me cringe and my lip

quiver.  The rest of me is frozen

with paralysis, while my fingers


blindly caress the home row.  Only small

movements are manageable. Eyes squeezed

tight shut in hopes my mind could be bigly tricked


into believing it’s all just a poem I need to write. Even shaking

and tearful, my hands no longer grow from my face

because they have been possessed with a single word: NO.