Poem – Pythons

Corporate pythons constrict, squeezing the lifeblood out of our small towns.

Poem – Little Pricks

Little pricks of corruption drip from our backs, slowly bleeding us to death.

Thunder announces the coming storm, its reverberations ignored.

Twisted is the child of twisted parents.
Twisted is the land of twisted people.
Twisted is the world.

Liquid dreams take them to a happy place. Oh, how they love it there, the body, forsaken.

Light reflects on leaves soon to lie brown, giving way to fall and the cold gray skies to come.

Objects hover over green depths as water reflects their shape amid a symphony of light.

Intermission ice cream marches as windows fog. The show starts in seven minutes, but a lifetime of memories has just begun.

White wings hang by the gate as self-absorbed souls fall away.

Humankind cries out, solutions are offered but go unheeded; even angels need a break.