Roses are red
Violets are blue
I support Black Lives Matter
And so should you
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I support Black Lives Matter
And so should you
pure
Unadulterated panic
Born of my Brain and my
Body
I have been asleep for days
And also blindingly awake
I’ve been stuck in a mayhem of reality
And fiction
The fiction is what I want life to be
Reality is eating me from the outside in and back
Again
But when i need to awaken from this numb slumber of human denial
Pain isn’t obvious
I ferociously stand at the foot of my bed,
The frame of the doorway,
The pantry in the dark,
And pace in the quiet gloom of first world terror midst an entire worlds’ nightmare
I need to be pinched so I pour a drink
Sanity is more performing than ever
A gang of evergreens sway unbothered in increasing wind
He crouches between them
Pressing darkness overhead races to meet the thunder
Casting air into lungs – he erects from dirt
The seduction of submission gnaws on his heels
He brazens into open field
Closing in are the bleating calls of scathing violence
Nothing but red rain on the horizon
Water falls – an unrelenting beating of the Earth
Afraid – yet past indignities ignite the war-lust within him