Styrofoam Rainforests

Special sauce in a box,

two all beef patties

stripped from the earth.

 


I

I see myself

as a reflection

of the World-at-Large

all at once, Stubble Face

 

We stare up at the ceiling

wondering if bastard Love is feeling

as sickened as we are.

 


Ancient Talis

Raven chanting Indian Summer

Spirit leaves fall to death

into piles of silent screaming

everywhere I step

feeling the crunch of tiny

Auschwitz bones

millions dead, maybe more

 


Razee Ink 2009

18 September, 2008 04:05:44 PM