You’re in the woods, it’s about to turn dark, and you’ve got just one last match left to save your life. Because without the warmth of this fire, you will slowly shiver, lose limb, freeze, and die. And you’re not ready…
Map the disease
as it rampages.
Never stop the spread.
Bodies are rotting in the streets
and governments are drawing lines
around infected areas.
The good thing about war
was you heard the guns.
you never know
where it’s coming from
or who’s bringing…
Man, you are worth more
than the number of times
your bones can break
before you’re told
there is no more
work for you.
Man, your money alone
does not define
your success, your work ethic,
or how much love you deserve.
Man, being a good man
isn’t enough anymore.
A large man with a metal bat
lumbers up to a plate shaped like a house.
He squats into position,
the red dirt on his pants digging in deeper.
He readies his body to reply to a small sphere
made only of threads moving faster…
There’s a special kind of hate that writers reserve
for themselves. It flares up every so often,
when our bodies of work have no more strength
to hold up our hopes of ever getting better.
We pinch our skins and only find the fat
that needs to be…
When we were young,
we learned of kings and queens
like they’d always been pillars.
Like they’d built themselves up
as beacons to yearn towards,
symbols of what we could become –
should we ever just try hard enough.
But these men and women we see as monuments
Recall this calm cacophony
of inner angel-demons
hard at work, but not for long.