The land of memes and empty thoughts and prayers,
our spoken words replaced by overshares,
misinformation spread like legionnaires.
Add toxic positivity, despairs…
while claiming to be empaths, no one cares.
We shutter truths because nobody dares.
Stagnant, slack jawed, glazed eyeballs, vacant stares,
a sea of people minding their affairs
and meanwhile as the warning siren blares
the dead keep piling up upon the stairs.
No matter how many matches you strike,
the most seasoned heartwood only burns so high.
The hotter the fire,
the swifter the draft,
the sooner the ashes
are swept from the path.
Isolation can be a real mindfuck.
You might start to question your worth,
you may feel unloved, unimportant,
focusing on the world, not the earth
and the more your attention is centered
around all the bad things that you feel,
then the more disappointments you’ll suffer
for The Law of Attraction is real
as are angels, and angels can see you,
they are there when you think you’re alone.
They wait patiently for the right moment
to appear and make their presence known
but you’ll know it when you are together,
from the way that your heart links with theirs,
you’ll likely feel warmer and fuller,
and you’
I’ve learned to forgive until rage
seems outrageous. I’ve let go
of so much, I free-float.
I’ve learned to love cold without
expectation, glow naked light-
bulb-like in darkness, as needed.
I’ve run out, like sand through a hole,
words, emotions, hope half threat half
joke spilled on the floorboards
I’ve learned to meditate,
enter a tupor state, and wait
for the storm to abate.
The sun coming in the window is welcome but does nothing to warm my heart today. Sclerotic, stoic, rocklike.
Tears flow like the river, below the ice. I don’t care. I just got up and I am exhausted.
A chickadee hit the window and fell stunned onto the deck boards.
I picked him up, placed him on a cedar branch and set him in a pot.
He was gone when I looked again.
I am grateful he found the strength to continue.
The amaryllis is blooming, the orchid too. Spring beauties slinging color through the sun room. Their loveliness can’t overcome the gloom.
Blossoms are starting to scorch in the sun, I should move them, but som
They used to come in droves, on weekends and holidays, raid the little convenience stores for every jug of milk and loaf of bread before heading up the mountain to some cock-roachy old condo or overpriced slope-side chateau, dormant in the summertime.
Long lines of cars, far too many without snow tires, rarely
a green plate among them, flooding in like they are all lost, following the leader, then leaving again on Sunday afternoon- by night fall, home looked like a ghost town again. Then, Monday morning, maintenance men and housekeepers descended en force, going door to door, hauling trash and recyclables, making the place presentable a
Please stop turning blind eyes
as you watch your friends die
slowly over time, ignoring anything
that casts a shadow on your sunny day,
the problems you excuse away, file as drama
and negativity. Quit claiming to be a friend
as you watch them become chemistry sets, as
their skin stretches tight over their bones, as
the holes they dig in their own faces fester and infect.
Quit saying you care when you’ve never once gone there to stop them. Stop crying at their funerals- you know
your own hands helped them dig that hole.
Each day spent waiting
expectantly, watching
doors, windows, clock, cars
crawling past, wind, building
bursts of dark energy converging,
disperse, blur the chiaroscuro.
Limb missiles, a blizzard
of needles, and all falls still.
Cats have no need for vanity-
we love them to annoyance.
They have no need to speak or read,
relying on clairvoyance.
They sleep and eat, and then repeat,
ignore you with flamboyance,
they stalk their prey, kill things all day
eyes glinting with chatoyance