Shivering arms

I got the bug
The poison
It's spreading throughout my veins
I let so much go and did not give it a bother
The selfies
Narcissism
Materialism
Destruction and decay
Civil unrest and misguided violent action and its messaged buried in the rubble from the fires they made
Famine Poverty
Homeless addicts at the age of 16
Suicides and lost souls
So sad
They cut their wrist with razor blades and hang themselves with belts
To top it all off
Still all the ones who can help
Do nothing
Say nothing
To help the people of which its power is derived
While men die
Children are shot dead
And families sleep on concrete beds in the tundra of winter with shivering arms

Tomorrow's today

I need to sedate my brain
Shut it off
Re-begin
On tomorrow's today
Reboot return to yesterday
When all was merry and gay
To leaves turning color and the sun saying Hey!
Shutdown
Goodnight
See you on the sun's return for tomorrow's today

Where do I go?

Where do minds go when they have no place?
Where do they go for work without wax paper degrees?
Without affluenza and family money?
Without connections from mommy and daddy?
Where do I go?
When society dictates my future with predicates for joining their club?
With membership occurring of my own volition under coerced societal conditions?
Where is it that we intellectuals
Artist, rebels, anti-conformists, against the grain, walk your own path
                           Where do we go other than death?

A growl

This summer’s harvest has come and gone

The fruits of my labors have been picked clean

The fall has begun and already

The places where juicy fruits once stood have been taken and eaten

Each bite of the delectable fruit

Of its own origination

Of its own color

Of its own flavor

Of its own texture

Of its own size

All different

Yet grew the same

I remember when I walked the garden and spoke to the heavens for bounty

For harvest to be plentiful and it yielded

A gratifying answer to my supplications

With which I have been fed well

Now the garden is naked and my belly is empty and echoes...

A growl 

Thief in the night

I broke into the store at night

Its sparkling light of guidance amongst the darkness

I see it twinkle and I must have this thing

I wish I could see it as I do

The room is dancing and the sparkling lights refract off all surfaces

Hitting all of the things light can dance off of

It is shark and cold to touch at first

Drawing blood

Upon more exploration with my fingertips

It is smooth and warm

Now it is smiling and I inch closer

I must have it

A thief like myself

Only picks the most of delicate locks

Each click vibrates down her skin

Trembling and shaking from my touch

Holding her all night and she is mine

Shining so bright

Light glistens of her skin

This blessing I will not

squander

I wonder

I wonder if she is smiling red

I wonder if she is laughing with others having a great day

I wonder if she is wearing something for me to grab on to when I kiss her

I wonder if she gets caught texting me and blushing

I wonder if I were there would she be affectionate and colorful

Will she drag me from here to there when she takes me to parties in the desert

I wonder when she is in bed at night

She is wearing clothes or is nude

I wonder when I join her

If it will matter either way

I wonder

I wonder

Until I can longer think

If she thinks of me like I think

To and fro

Their minds are scrambled red by escape

With their needles of hope and deaths

Strung out through

Pitch black nights of hallucination

Dancing merry men

Tra-la-la-ing through the dunes

So tall and rounded

The granules of sand so small and dispersed amongst their comrades

With pills to pop

Weed to smoke

Steeped in the juices for stars and angels made devils to drink

To see

Seeing their friends killed and martyred by escape

Pushed up

On uppers

Swollen shut on downers

Pushed close to the ground

Its so hot

I can hear them sizzle

Fried eggs with their odor to resinate in my nostrils

Filled with a putrid stink

Of rotting corpses sitting

In front of me

Twinkle-eyed

Fixed on the ceiling

Arms stuck

A needle dangling from their arms

Mad men laughing

Women stark raving mad

Cackling to the moon

Dancing through the lunar light

Pulling them to and fro