Shade Shelters Shave


Shade shelters shade –

The poor man’s grave –

Only shadow and sapling

Stay.

Marbles markers mark –

Luxe lives of moneyed men;

Who died surrounded and alone.

Time turns –

Headstone highlights

To dirtied marble

Masked with mud.

Sapling to keeper –

Eternal respite

For the rootless

Rolling stone…

Orange Friday


On Friday

War started.

Headlines read:

 

“WE NEED TO STOP THINKING

SAYS EXPERT”

 

Thus thought ceased

To save vital brain tissue

And identities died

Laid alongside casualties

Of sense-stripped soldiers –

The maimed of mind.

 

So survivors of both sides

Limped past row upon row

Of rotting souls

 

Underneath the eternally burnt

Orange sky.

Chaos Fill Chasm


Tabulate my thoughts

Each fear

Each tear

Each dream

Designated, denigrated

Stagnated.

Count my broken breaths

Catch my crooked eye

Tell no lie

For truth touched by you

Takes me away
To instilled insanity

Distilled inanity
Springs of vanity.

Now

Let chaos fill chasm;

Your hollow heart.

Follow me.

For you

This mind is

Divided.

White Words


When weighty words

Of nescient nobles

Weigh nothing at all

 

Yet those words

Still burden broken beings

With lead-lacquered lore

That holds captives

Captive with dark dreams

Dreamt up –

Leant upon themselves;

 

The oppressed –

Supporters of their

Own oppression.

 

That is when

Suppressed speech

Speaks up

First, a word

Then a torrent.

Thoughts tearing down

The self-supported cell…

 

The pale words of white-washed men

Weighed

By the masses –

Found empty as echoes…