I live in a fire The flames engulf me   I live in a fire The flames engulf me   My cauterizing heartache I drive in the night My aches are frozen But they won’t get me   I live in a fire The flames engulf me   I live in a fire The flames…

  Once I realized my time To die had come I wanted to rage Inside the hollow husk Of a hero Bent on the safe And rumpled bed   I would not stop weeping For the love of myself I’ll too soon join with the departed I thought I never would leave Before seeing this…

  Our eyes do not waiver From our witness As children live their First despair. Awaiting your calls of help, Soft flowers are our vigil To adorn your child’s Downy hair, the baton, The power of the Light and Love Of God Assigned for holy care. If we do not turn in prayer Or believe…

Our sit in the hospital lobby reserve, for me, is on a schedule of recovery that is like window dressing. Tilting my head, well-oiled apparatus guiding a juggling act. Like balancing toes on a pin cushion with tiny holes and their subtle exhale, with expert feet and taught supple muscles calculating precision all throughout my…

Regimes, Are the structures of failing titans Their Trojan horses sail the sea Their weapons we’ve already seen. The leaders we know are not the leaders They are capable of nothing but themselves. He accomplished nothing but himself The world will never understand The accumulation of deaths And celebrates the inevitable death Of this steed.

Strong, lovable If he weren’t so Strong   Afraid, overwhelmed But he wants to stand Tall   Digging a hole So it seems But don’t we all   Controversial, yes To hope he says The least   I would love him If I learned Not to love to hate   Donald, it would be great…

My heart is like a Superman shirt Double breasted and barrel chested We pound our problems into dirt Clarke had a fake attack Superman wants his shirt back!   The scent of a coming assault A ready spring for a bloody fall Clarke and Superman have a spinal clash A chemical system’s speed and collapse…

Yes! Cold fact! The Russians have saved America. We are misled and we misread, Like innocents in a stockade Bound for where? But to blindly heed Yes. It’s true. And what you knew Was not. The qualms, the air strikes, electronic votes, And cosmonauts Were all bought by media makers, So it’s not our fault.…

Luxurious waste. Then culture is available Down South, up North, East and West   Maybe a longer wait on the bus, On top of MARTA, or BART. Write a Dear John later To a Congress that lives far apart.   I rather live with more Jobs on my fate Than sell my own lawn, Bury…

And I to him: “ If it is possible, I’d like my eyes to have experience Of the enormous One, Briareus.” At which he answered: “You shall see Anteus nearby. He is unfettered and can speak; He’ll take us to the bottom of evil. The one you wish to see lies far beyond And is…