Third World

Arrows on water
free fall,
knocking into sienna clay of
drought filled wells,
peace, drowned in easy breaths
suffocated from arid vapor,
a first world war
waged with third world casualties.



I declare a prohibition, to
ban the way we contest change,
dry up currently whetted appetites
that hunger for war, conflicting,
pedestrian ideas and ideals
promoting each other’s assumed lesser.

Backlash burns silently
smoldering, tears blind those
already living without sight, mixing
tears mix with the heat of untouched friction of words
rubbing-together, concocting a chemical cleanse
aggravating all the senses.

Eroding Marble

Impersonal under-shoveled ditches
memorializing over-burdened heroes,
weeds medal and embellish,
standing honorably obtrusive against the
drifting dandelion seeds dusting over
the sea of eroding marble
annually drifting aimlessly
gently covering last-years footprints naturally
in high-tided waves that foam over my sole
effectively washing away my sorrowful
map to your mark.


One fluid motion
tiny Promethean gift
a small beginning.

Unwanted Zephyr’s
flickering wisps in hot air
survives, with more might.
Yet then, falls sparkling
end and start, inflamed souls rise
hand too, nothing is safe.
Quickly out of hand
onto double string.
Lighting dark faces
glowing, brightly, lou of love;
pale shadows cast black.
Irrational fire
decidedly lonesome waste
war has no winners.