Shadows of Possibility

below the shorn stumps the chemicals seep
heavy metals and petroleum chemical coca cola
precipitation on solvent as gravity pulls and draws
til drip ripple echoing the cavern walls
celebrate your payday with a tall glass of water



five times five is twenty five
what joy it is to be alive!
with shackled wrists and twisted minds
eight times eight is sixty four
our eager heart still yearned for more
what a surprise, our great reward?
our teeth like skittles on the floor



tiny mirror jewelry box
porcelain dolls and tchotchkes
artifacts
symbols of pleasant times
scattered about like little land mines
undetected until they pop
like purple anacondas coiled tightly round our brain
pressure burst to keening pain



dark matter and dark energy
don't mean much to you or we
but numbers cash and symbolism
dictate our lives as if a prison
three times nine is Twenty-Seven:
the bus to Capitalist Elysian Heaven



cold grey morning
listless wind
soured milk stagnant... thick
blood clotting as winter flies slowly buzz
acrid smell stings the eyes to tears
fresh sounds of life muffled and whitewashed
grief and empty hunger fear
orphaned by birth in a cold winter world



One plus two is three
you're a paragon of lunacy
why won't you go home
or go live under a dome
you stain on our country's dignity?



Todos que mieren dios en un desierto terminan huesos blancos.