Poetry

we live among
hallowed walls of gray stone, these
ideals built upon the moraines that are
testaments of the sanctity of Life
eager for its taste of Liberty

The condition I’m in this earth weather the doldrums sea blue sea busy see busy city snowy mountains blue sea the condition I’m in this earth blue sea busy city weather in my life for mountains I succumb fly swim ride fly swim ride

I dream of a cougar
sleeping next to me. 
Don’t move a muscle.
Slowly I covered my 
jugular with my hand.

Next thing you know they’ll want water,
nutrients, UN intervention, still
not comprehending if they don’t have it
they don’t need it. Next thing you know
they’ll all be challenging reality.

Suddenly, people in the town noticed fewer stars in the sky. They grew concerned. One by one, stars were disappearing.  How could this happen?  The stars were needed.

The drug dealer is a boy, a child,
someone who would be otherwise occupied with
lacrosse and SAT-prep back in my safe suburban bubble.
He brings me to a series of row houses,
heartrendingly sparse trees lining a gravel alley;
he leads me further into the darkness.

Give me liquor, red wine, and
join me in my stargazing.
Who wants to get lost and
who wants to be found?
I renounce this nonsense.

The 69 year old Supreme Court justice had an affair with his 24 year old law clerk. The same law clerk who a year earlier had seduced a 15 year old boy at a mock trial competition where she was a team leader.

But why wait –let’s do it now –break something we can build on.
Maybe we won’t have to break anything after all.
Maybe if we leave it whole and our
organs don’t fail and we love one another 
maybe we can fill up on junk and forget to feel alone. 

What did he do
that little boy
when he Resisted
the Occupation,
for that was the charge
against him.