Tragic Season

Vermilion kiss
utter bliss
tossed as a gift
of unwanted leaf
in disbelief
to the ground
so sound, cold
and unmet with sun
winter comes
sureal-lian
blue the sky soaking up
the tears of spring
lost in the heart
of fall
this is
the tragedy of season
loss of color
and death of hue
until nature
decides to paint again

Bare Minimum

salvation
salivating
over mediocrity
survival of
a normal
society
captivating simplicity
shattering
outrageous
with religious legal-
i-tea
sipped on summer days
mid-temperature
and mid-way
through the country
striped in blue
bordered in red
wishing democracy was dead
I just wonder
how it all got this way
this middle of the road
don't rock the boat
or make waves
in an ocean of people
each different
each divine
still they drink their wine
getting drunk on
the ideas of mr. in-between
gray squares
of same
singing
amen
and hallelujah.

So how did we get here?
Stripped naked
and
bare
minimum?

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Off the cuff in an emotional response to posters against gay-marriage

origami words

they glide down
these paper butterflies
cut recently from used
newspaper
and left behind
sticky notes of memory
quickly catching
morning light
to rest
chaotically
in unswept dust
and discarded ideas
crumpled beneath my chair

Out of the Blue

oil dripping
off a sapphire canvas
speckled with salt
and peppered dreams
waking sleepers
and momentary
joy of existing
overwhelm
the winds of change
and topple doubt
in a climate of
political madness
and lobbist
temptations
when out of the blue
he whispered
"change"
as if it where possible
as if it where true....

and I find myself believing.

Memor amicus

you: passing
somberly
chariot racing
work-wards
my hand: tremor
with the thought
of waves
my heart: bites
down
still bitter
with rage
my mind: sighs
sadness oozes out
as those around
in anger speak
truthfully
of your betrayal.
me: caught
halfway between
forgive and get away
missing the half
of you residing in memory
and forgetting
even the shadow you
leave as you
walk away