summer
feel the pulse rise
as sweat irritates
heat
churning filth to fertile
transient state
ash
falling from a golden
dropless sky
death
made immortal through
tragedy's ebony lines
summer
a feeling all around
that glory's wicked
heat
taking names, signing sheets
as the blazes forms
ash
from the homes of those
opulently fitted
death
falling to the lungs
where the crow caws
summer
a cheap mirage made dirty
by sods calling people
to a sequel of constitutional
fraud. Lesser equals
heat
buying evil for goods
and no services rendered
can tender their resig-
nation of hating.
ash
The cause of violence,
a radical pipeline
buying up silence
through radios hijacked
death
by the dreams of free peons
made blood soaked by
"can't we let bygones"
for crimes no one denied.
summer
Yet the game stays
the same, when liberty
is shredded by each foray
of slander that's made tame
heat
by the thousands of pamphlets.
Distributed like bombs
though the smoke may not clear
we got patriotism in our song.
ash
That won't last past a cleaning
of crimes washed down to lies.
So that cornflakes still crunch
while they're signing off with goodbye.
Death
comes for us all when the morning reporting
pairs with mountain grown
beans, made creamy and sweet
by the smiling faces predicting
violence on the street.
summer
heat
ash
death
summer
heat
ash
death
Summer brings the heat to keep ashes from death
that won't come from a mushroom or a whimper
but a people that simper and suck who they serve
and say "thank you" to the Lords who leave
one scrap for their family.
How's about gravity
right itself some sanity
and bring the wicked to their fall?
Will this fucking season ever change?
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Original Poems 2024
PoetrySometimes my trauma works its way into my work. Sometimes I'm writing a joke. I'll try to signal when I think a piece might be particularly difficult, but I'm not a great judge of that. My work within will be unfocused. Critiques are welcome.
