12 Short Poems

Love:

A rank, sweeping wind destroys everything,
guiding the only thing through dark, rancid waters

Frustration:

Our laughs are moist sobs, silenced grief: guffaws.
Sanctified accidents are forbidden to die.

Loneliness:

Glowing Mothers, Austere Fathers, Decomposing Kings:
From what earthen mound are we all really from?

Hate:

“Inhale the earthy fragrance of this virginal soil .
Stop digging there, that’s the savage’s grave!”

Peace:

The grimed, calloused hands of the soldiers are bare.
They shipped all their rifles to their “benevolent” leaders.

Hope:

A vagabond photon is projecting itself.
Craves a fresh wall to reshape its end.

Faith:

They’re not long leapers, empty thrill seekers.
Like petrified turtles, they’re standing in place.

Bitterness:

The bandage is futile, the wound is still dripping.
I’m bearing the dagger, yet YOU slashed my head.

Grief:

Atrophied limbs hang from the steel slab.
Earth’s mouth is gaping, mother’s eyes are swelling.

Joy:

Go ahead, scavenge through this acrid junkyard
And I’ll drum out a song on the base of this can.

Sadness:

The air is polluted with the caustic smell of bombs,
And the thundering applause of an entire civilization.

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