Farm Aide

Farm
House
About
Harm.
Strong-arm
Shout
Loud.
Police
Come.
Solace
Dumb.
No
Growth.

Children of the Night

Children of the Night
Taken, beaten to a pulp
Their Innocence Lost

Halo's Warmth

Shine in circles
around beauty that
already exists. Circular
light and auras brighten every
moment that passes like icebergs
that melt in cardiac warming. Only
the thaw is around the heart
and the layers of frost of
an ice age needed to walk
through fire and not burn my soul.

Shine the bright halo. It's OK now to melt away the
SINicism, the fear, the darkness that has protected
me. My muse says no one will harm me
ever
again.

Amends

(This is my first attempt at a real Minimalist Sonnet. This is an Italian form sonnet.)

Years

longing,

wronging.

Beers,

tears

trying

prying

spears.

Paid

Debts.

Made.

Wept!

Living,

Giving.

Funny Lady

"Splain" you say, I do.
Lucy you cracking me up. You giggle
then snort, the perfect snort. The one I wait to hear
when you laugh hysterically and then...here it comes......:snort:
I said all the funny things just to hear that precious sound
that lets me know you think I am funnier than all
the others have been. Another
way you tell me you love me. Then you tell a story and you make me
belly laugh outloud till I am crying and as the tears
fall I realize I have fallen so in love with the funniest lady, who
will never make
this clown cry again.

Tent City

Darkness walking
flames dance in iron
cylinders rising to the Gods
of the nocturnal. Gatherers hands raised
while mothers cry out in pain:
one shot, two hit, three hooked,
six raped, not just by the vile viper
but the system that protects
such apocalyptic ferals. Batman won't show
his mask in this part of Gotham.
Small tents house the lucky
while the harsh fight over the cardboard
cot. Cement pillows don't soften the blow the same
as a razor can. "No options" become real choices
when the chips are south of nothing. Hunger
steals, dope lies asleep until it screams out your
monogram. Food given then traded like an elementary school
lunch period. Except this time its adult trinkets that are traded.
Money, sex, character, dignity, integrity half price
after midnight. Seventy five percent off after 2 am. Fix gotta happen
like when a water pipe bursts in a house. They wouldn't know.
Ain't no water pipes in a tent. No neon campground. No KOA.
This is life. This is death.....next on the Channel Five news.