Tuesday, June 25, 2019

PROGRAMMED.



PROGRAMMED

We have been programmed to hate
everybody
the mailman the minorities
even the people who wear jeans
and have flowers in their ears

I don't know why we hate
everything or don't know much
about history
but it's still staring at you

the way a man stares at his
beautiful wife
ignorant of life as it

passes you by
ignorant of anything you
chose not to see

like when someone loves
you we don't know why
and when someone hates you

everyone tells you everything
about the hate and when and why
love isn't catching it is like dandelion

fluff that catches on the breeze
and sometimes you don't know anything
about the people who love you

but you wish you did.
Because that's what makes the world

go round not cars or even the depths
of space
which is dark and round as your heart.

Saturday, June 22, 2019

poem.

The alien forgot where he was and wondered down a path that was lit with white noise and he didn't understand where to turn and where to go this is planet you know something that moves around the sun and doesn't fade forever we remain in this slumber like the hands of time rocking outside your eyes the night comes from dew and within everything is broken and the same.