Tired

Tired

I’m tired of all the tedium,
the mediocre unctuous glum
of images fed through word-machines
from the barely serviced slum.

19 Years

19 YEARS Nineteen years, nineteen more nineteen times dragged to the floor Nineteen children dragged away by nineteen others, one fine day.   Nineteen denials turn your head nineteen bodies on tracks found dead. Nineteen Police around the bend just in case you’re...
The Weight

The Weight

Word thoughts melt, fading, away in memory,
running like a sailor
late, after messing up on shore leave, left his uniform with the tailor