None So Blind You see him as a hero a role model to look up to but you refuse to see the mean side he tries to hide. You know he has a record plead he deserves a second chance but you don’t know that…

I don’t like to go outside I can see them watching Not them exactly, who knows their faces, But the cameras stick out And I can feel them Staring. So I just stay inside And watch the world pass by on a grainy screen.  

The little robot Was little more Than a camera Affixed by a metal pole To a bank of cryotubes. It could not move. It could not speak. Its job was simple: To establish When it was safe And activate the release. The little robot On…

A few days, weeks at best. Make the most of it. Drink from over ripened mangoes, from oranges burst open from the heat. Alight on sticky rinds. Drink from corpses decomposing, bloated in the sun. Dance across a dead man’s face, proboscis lapping purge fluid…

I remember the smell and feel of that pink bathrobe better than the faces of friends I’ve lost. Pilled polyester. The seams scratched, plastic fishing line sewn in melted after decades in a gas dryer. I wanted it willed to me. I can see it…

The stars are screaming Lamenting the loss of baby Jesus To a cacophony of horrid music Infused with consumerism And the awakened awareness That we neglect our most vulnerable For the rest of the year; (Except for maybe Thanksgiving) Thanks, capitalism.

Cheerfully the children twirl Happily capering for days In chirpy, lilting voices Little ones sing out their praise. Dear little ones laugh and flee Rejoicing in each bit of laughter Engaged in the world around them Never mind what might come after.

Day of the longest night when earth, reborn, begins to feed again. Melting snow and warming soil births the seed again. Oh, day of the longest night, four and eleven days hence we celebrate birth and death. And birth again.

Dare to go. The car won’t start. Nor would it turn a gear. Doors not opening ah! Uh! So that. You can step on out, And while it’s running.  

Carefully chosen words to preserve feelings, sugarcoated truth.