numbers game

nothing’s coming out
save Players smoke
words that gridlocked early
need that traffic bloke

what to have for breakfast:
oatmeal or cheese on toast?
the light within the fridge
is a laughing white ghost

you can see it in the air
morning chill that nibbles toes
bright sunrise without warmth
inside me coffee glows

the walk to work is peaceful
beneath the arch of autumn sky
will I say hello to my friend,
or will I strangle on goodbye?

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grievous losses

wasn’t anything she wanted
by the news anchor’s voice she’s haunted
paralyzing her thoughts
hard to remain undaunted
a piece of childhood dies
she knows she gotta rise

wasn’t something that she chose
icy water shock from the cop’s hose
numbing her mind
twisting her clothes
news of an icon’s death
gut-punched ‘n out of breath

wasn’t anything she asked for
salty puddles scattered on the floor
shock & grief are intertwined
you can hear the chaos roar
legends all – they spoke only truth
no replacing Maya, Toni ‘n Ruth

sounds of weeping through sunlight
heartbroken, unable to think or write

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expiration date

I know, I know:
people die
& we may not always understand
WHY
for me
personally
I’ve never liked saying
GOODBYE
so this is why I weep
it’s the reason that I
CRY

I know:
one day
my time here will
EXPIRE
for me
personally
much of life has been
DIRE
yet I have the hope of heaven
opposed to
HELLFIRE

I know, I know:
that one day
my heart will
MEND
& for me
personally
I must learn how to
BEND
so with faith I’ll pray
for this pandemic’s
END

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alone at the end of the world

snatches of old songs howl through her head
some sorrowful
some joyous
some reminders of dread
bound by memories
of a life that came to naught
in God’s final joke
she is firmly caught

abandoned houses, vacant lots
empty landscapes
empty eyes
that leave no tear spots
humanity has faded away
sunlight
moonlight
have both gone astray

no calendars or ticking clocks
stripped out stores
stripped down cars
the world’s been reduced to a cardboard box
no more a life of everything
no holidays
no flat-screens
no birds remain to sing

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alone at the end of the world