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Literacy

what the pen is - a substitute
for a penis - or maybe truth?
a template to contemplate
the ephemeral and the inevitable -
sweet solitude, insoluble,
enveloped me like a letter
to be sent to someone better -
on the edge of vision crawl
scrawls and runes re(a)d on the wall.

Election

From fools in public schools
to sages in the dumpster -
from old prejudices
to the value-free youngster -
a staleness light and deep
hangs over the districts,
a boredom at night
lulls the results to sleep.
Triumphant again,
the old Gypsy smiles
in his emperor's clothes:
tattered rags of lies.
The red vultures croak
at each other's throats again;
the dream to be free
got seats twenty-three;
but I just smile, shake my head -
a mere child's game with grown men!

Carve the Spring

Laughter in tatters
on the wind's white wings -
lacking an anchor
to the air it clings.
Cherry blossoms fall
blanketing the ground -
memories of snow
on the haunted mound.
Lacking an anchor
I hold onto the bark -
brother, lend a branch.
I must leave a mark.

Society vs. Nature

Cacophony weeps
in the vastness of space -
the great serpent sleeps
in water's heavy embrace.
Humans, of these unaware,
roam about without a care.
Drowned in their lies,
I grow dry as a piece of bone.
Skyward wander my eyes:
always, my heart harkens home.