Demolition | Mary Bone
Underneath bark and wooden planks,
termites gnaw and chew
destroying homes,
making burrows.
Tunnels appear
as they make
their own homes.
Underneath bark and wooden planks,
termites gnaw and chew
destroying homes,
making burrows.
Tunnels appear
as they make
their own homes.
The fall of America
Didn’t happen because
Of outside forces
It happened because we forgot
What democracy means
We stood by and watched
As religious zealots
Worked tirelessly to take away
Our fellow citizen’s rights
Denying them equality
We watched as gun worshipers
Redefined the constitution
And sold us the falsehood
That we should all be
Very afraid and violent
Too many of us believed the false narrative
That government is the problem
Rather than a reflection
Of who we are
An institution that can help people
Too many of us watched and listened to
Propaganda pretending to be news
Telling us to be afraid of each other
Supporting the creeping threat
Of authoritarianism
Too many of us bought the lie
That money is everything
And corporations would
Fill the holes
Making all our problems go away
Too many of us believed patriotism
Was waving the flag
While hating immigrants
And anyone who
Wanted equal rights
Too many of us stopped caring for each other
Labeling people who didn’t
Agree with our aggressive/regressive
Positions the enemy
Spitting on people who believe in love
We destroyed ourselves
By letting the people who
Least care about our country
Run everything
For their own gain
i disappear into the nape of my head
wide birds hiss after ashen gates- kids
peer under worm-wearied ghost gibs
o as we suck a burned nut then lost light
drops us under golden graves- & night
scatters female power?
berried saints stopped here.
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If you knew where I’ve been
I bet you would turn away,
Avert your eyes, move
Imperceptibly farther away,
So unpleasant is my story.
I’d like to share it with you
But I know you can’t handle it,
Just like most things. I guess
I’ll just continue pretending
That we’re a couple and
Dream of a time when I have
Someone in my life who
Actually cares.
I look around
but see no one behind me.
All are in front of me.
“Will it make any real difference
if I finish last or if I don’t finish at all?” asks my heart.
I smile. Now I’m feeling better.
I can do this. I can run many more miles.
I look around again
and see everyone behind me.
No one in front of me.
“Will it make any real difference
if I come first leaving all of them behind?” asks my soul.
I smile. Now I’m feeling better.
I smile. Now I’m feeling much better.
I see everybody around me.
I see everybody around me.
She sits at her desk, refreshing the page.
Over and over again.
Trying to gather information.
From the empty pages.
The black and empty void,
The terror in her heart,
The anxiety in her stomach,
The fog in her brain.
She knows she is torturing herself.
But she sits at her desk, looking at the flickering pixels.
Who is she.
Why her.
What’s so special.
Her heart skips a beat.
Her brain cringes.
Her stomach churns.
It is all there.
The evidence of the affair.
The evidence of her existence.
Dare I enter the ocean
Of your tranquil eyes
Submerging its depths
Like a delirious diver?
Upon holding my breath
An intense passion arises
As I bask in sheer beauty
Soaked in all its surprises.
I’m entranced by your kiss
Loitering about in my mind.
My heart fiercely beating a
Pitter-patter out of time
In an ocean of ecstasy.