Social Unrest

featured in the poetry forum July 9, 2017  :: 0 comments

a country,
a feud,
two hundred and fifty years old,
bursting through the years to modern time,
both sides,
keeping track of misdeeds,
generation after generation,
bloodshed justified by both sides,
biased by the pain,
through the years,
never resolved,
or ending,
the mark of Cain,
a communal mark,
on every head.

editors note:

Genetic grudge; can’t shake it, gotta hate it. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum May 24, 2016  :: 0 comments

men in suits,
and ties,
tribal warriors,
battling for turf,
believed their own,
naïve ignorant bastards,
boundaries shift,
and borders in dispute,
fears flamed,
culture assigned,
along with taxes.

editors note:

This is how we roll in the land o’ the free. How about your country? – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum September 2, 2015  :: 0 comments

eyes on no one,
he rants and raves,
head back,
looking at the upper corner of the waiting room,
told to shut up,
he quietly grins,
as if the joke is on others,
the ones missing out,
too sane to argue with,
the specters,
in the upper corners of the room.

editors note:

He plays straight man for the ghosts of the joke; makes us the punch line. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum July 4, 2014  :: 0 comments

The whiskey burns,
chasing the fruit loops down my throat,
she enters the room,
and sniffs the air,
silence reigns,
until depression invades,
an army she unknowingly leads,
taken captive years ago,
whiskey my only cure,
keeping alive the hope in the soul,
someone will find me,
or maybe,
allow a prisoner exchange.

editors note:

Hash marks on the wall, shot glasses on the table; marking time with no hope of parole. – mh

Tick Tick

featured in the poetry forum October 29, 2013  :: 0 comments

a nation at war with itself,
pain inflicted both left and right,
problems never addressed,
crises continue to build,
pressure cookers,
made into bombs by the politically inept,
the philosophy of government unravels,
wait for the polling data,
build a consensus,
and let the people decide,
gridlock prevails,
as citizens arm themselves in the streets,
awaiting Armageddon.

editors note:

When the people decide there is enough (of them, at least), perhaps Armageddon will never be more than a bad movie from 1998. – mh

The Sinner

featured in the poetry forum June 14, 2013  :: 0 comments

irredeemable the soul within my core,
irreverent the tongue within my mouth,
irreconcilable my spirit with my mind,
irreparable the state of my health,
irresponsible the actions of my body,
yet I live one day,
awaiting the next,
hopeful for better days,
praying my life relevant,
at least in some small way.

editors note:

Sinners for absolution, poets for relevance; hoping god is an editor. – mh

The Recession

featured in the poetry forum May 31, 2012  :: 0 comments

the Recession of 2008,
a bastard child,
unclaimed by Republican or Democrat,
though both were fucking the mom,
she a tight-lipped bitch,
unwilling or unable to say who is ultimately to blame,
four years old,
the child dull and slow witted,
costing trillions to raise,
condoms ought to be a necessity for future politicians,
and political campaigns.

editors note:

In this and any election season, the idea of sterilization rises in popularity. We don’t want these dimwitted children to propagate. – mh

Matter of Time

featured in the poetry forum January 3, 2012  :: 0 comments

A dog dying on my living room floor,
The vet said only a matter of time,
pain killers given for the pain,
but what of the rest of us,
dying always only a matter of time,
Where are my pills?

editors note:

Doctor can’t prescribe the right remedy? Self medicate; the antidotes are multiple, the gamble is an adventure. It is a dog’s life! – mh

An Untitled Poem

featured in the poetry forum April 15, 2011  :: 0 comments

The Righteous,
like a twitter or tweet gone viral,
attacking the world,
a call to arms,
The Chosen,
like Israel into Canaan,
justified by God,
the inhabitants must die,
The Elite,
Manifest Destiny,
flood the plains with ignorant immigrant Europeans,
the bible read for justification,
a New Canaan,
remade with death and destruction,
The Patriots,
a cry through the decades,
the Communists from Cuba,
the terrorists from Tehran,
The Predestined,
code for control,
code for righteousness,
Moving people out,
a skill we Americans possess,
our heritage, our justification,
our right,
Moving people out,
it is what we do.

editors note:

Damn right, righteousness is for winners! Losers will only dilute the elite gene pool. I agree, brother, I agree – move’em the hell out. (Truth is, I’m not so sure about you, either;) – mh