Posted on August 9, 2020April 15, 2021 GROWNUP FRUSTRATION There’s frustration in behaving like a grown-up It’s knowing that the lie told against you this morning Has spanned the continent twice by the Time you awake But you carry on as if it hasn’t There’s frustration in being the grown up When grown men fight the way they do In suits armored with dollar signs But you carry on as if they don’t There’s frustration in behaving grown up When the agony of the human condition Is reduced to excuses And blame And you carry on as if it isn’t There’s frustration in being grown up When the door to respond-in-kind Is locked just by decency Yet you pull on it anyway – as if it isn’t There’s frustration in being grown-up Where relief is found in dreams Ungovernable desires For the “blood-dimmed tide” To drown the babble AND the rabble But you desire it anyway There’s frustration in being grown-up In knowing the constancy of war Is but subliminal chaos disguised as A throw of the dice From congressional pits And we carry on anyway we adults – As if it isn’t Dragging care-worn, frustrated hearts Across mountains of tyranny Through valleys of decorum We’ll wrest the locks from ballot boxes And slay the lie Leaving no weapons To defend it Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
Posted on August 1, 2020April 15, 2021 I’M AFRAID I’m afraid That stray cultural thread Waving above the fabric Long ignored Has been pulled • I’m afraid An uneasy order has Unraveled Uncontrolled by small generals Hovering over spreadsheets • I’m afraid We’ve slept Too peaceably Allowing bogus men To do their battles On our behalf • I’m afraid We are freezing life A peace handcuffed to A failed post-war Parchment ideal • I’m afraid We’re melting calamity Spreading red Across planned communities In unplanned retribution • I’m afraid We’ve failed a test To which we were given the answers • I’m afraid The hand we’ve elected is cloven A hoof with 50 apostles and All the good lines • I’m afraid The last man standing Won’t be man or standing Just The illiterate hand hovering Over our thread-thin culture ignorant of The implacable Geometry of chaos Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...