The Barricades of June

Form walls around hearts
and around surrounding parts
then start to sing to me
block and mock approaching armies
a'beggin fer entry
entreat the sentry
the treats you lent me
to eat the century
100 years of meat, beaten
and sweetened with honey
the soul-sugar coated-funny
meet me, homely, by the sea
and promise me,
barricades stay, stay, stay
stationary

Slow Day at Asian Grill

the stars are going blue
dissolving into few
darkness is a fine view
and I can't sleep

the sky is falling down
emptiness all around
there is no light or sound
is this real?

the bleeding, needing air
hung with your despair
opens like a tear
ripping, dripping

honey off sweet lips
trenches from small rips
gulps from small sips
an abyss of emotion

The Nation

Thirteen lines rewinding in time somewhere to the edge of your mind.
Your incantations and recitations alleviations of mollified nations.
Sugar coated paste that molds the face of pain.
Its a shame we play this game.
This undignified stance this apathetic trance of nuance;
verify and falsify the truth floating by. Like a disease in this morbid air. No one wants to breath no one wants to care. "It's our land we sow. Our garden we grow. Our knowledge we know. Our life that we chose." This is it now this is the truth- the guilt played out on the souls of our youth.