Wolves

Logic settles inside
Wildness can explode
Into a world where
someone different
must fight off the wolves

Some citizens are cattle
Rebels know the truth
With each taste of conformity
chain links around your soul

Quarters and Tide

Idle time moves slowly
set against cracked walls
and a generic floor

Those that live beneath
the dying dollar
have a rough routine
that never changes form

A woman in a chair
I see her eyes
no longer crystal
The inner lights
that used to shine
were forced to leave

She gazes at a dryer
seeing hope as an illusion
tangled in the spinning
shirts and sleeves

Letters on Cardboard

A life without a face
without a home
outside at night
Can taste cruel desperation
any any time

Early Monday morning
some caught absent
from their church
just yesterday

Dream of nonsense
step on someone
and their cardboard sign

Five Rhymes with Right

A richer human passes by
Can't see me in the light
So many judges

Don't judge me

The system is so paranoid
Must keep a man in sight
A way of leading

Don't lead me

The new religions pray for cash
Then bleach a soul to white
Who are they saving

Don't save me

A bully with a badge commands
That I give up the fight
He said I'm pushing

Don't push me

The blue eyed beauty looked at me
She's playing with the night
She said I'm sinning

She saved me

Graveyard Kiss

The lasting graveyard taste
of broken love
All flavor tarnished
and expanded
by a breath of air

Filled quickly with anger
a vein erupts
Glass lust is shattered
traitors branded
flesh is a token
for the unaware

Scarecrow

A scarecrow dies slowly
in the corner of an old barn
Under layers of dust
and spider webs
as thick as yarn

Outside the crows circle
the bright red tape
that flutters
Then traps them in a mirror
outside the corn

Meeting the Beast

Black rain fell swiftly
violent
cold as ice
Dark skies were bleeding
striking at the ground

A figure surfaced
ugly
tall and thin
Was moving slowly
hissing like a snake

He seemed to pivot
focused
watching me
His eyes were evil
deep and filled with blood

There was a presence
scented
like a beast
Seemed to be twisting
clearly held at bay

Then he was leaving
cursing to himself
Too many rainbows
crosses
in his way

The Last Drifter

A drifter stood on the road
absorbed in fate
With so many questions
to be untied

Allowing the wind
to offer direction
wild eyed and eager
believing in smiles

Life was wide open
an absence of borders
while searching for places
where no one is sad

Big brother is rooted
so deeply in life now
the eyes that are watching
are empty and cold

The last man with freedom
must be undetected
near liberties coffin
to guard what remains