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My Parents Went To Cancún

My Parents Went To Cancún

you got a shiny new bike

all I ever got was love

doing headstands on a mountainside

all I ever got was love

in a world of shiny things 

you’ve gone insane 

maybe I can help you with this 

in my own way 

you want everything 

all I ever got was love 

past the point of embarrassing 

when jungles are burning up

and you’re spinning in your drink

smoking the latest thing 

making enemies with people 

just like yourself 

dancing in your head

your cat’s in the fridge 

quoting a song by prince

about the pretty mess   

you got a hot new job 

all I got was love 

coming home to the floor 

maybe love’s enough 

The Fabulist

The fabulist

The fabulist has been
Out of work for generations

His tales have all been broken
Its messages replaced with slogans

His children have found jobs
In marketing

(When he wanted them
To be doctors)

Scientists have cut
Deep into his market

Today he does what he can
To warn them

The truth
Is never enough

Not This

Not This

what is it 
that preys upon us
without naming us

that leaves us
spectators to our 
own demolition

as long as we don’t 
speak of it
we can’t describe it

we can plead
a certain 
ignorance

to whomever

whatever 

comes next

Charades

I’ve done my part

in keeping up this charade

when it was our turn

I kept on the party face

as the night went by 

in a dylanesque parade

I stayed true  

to our agreement

tried the conversation 

and failed 

looks suggested 

something else in the air 

now I gotta say 

it’s getting late

time to make a move

or we’ll get sucked in 

here comes our hostess

dressed in the moment 

grab your shoes 

I'll get the pie dish

in the distance lights are flashing 

is it  fireworks or explosions

gunshots or dance beats

screams or orgasms 

his secret word

his secret word

he couldn’t keep his word

it flew around like a bird

promises, money, and friends

were to him beating wings

and I really liked this guy 

but he wasn’t a child I couldn’t try 

to convince him to act 

with the decency

he expected of me

so I hope one day he will learn 

but I really don’t have the time 

to do more than write this poem

as the world’s demands are endless

The wait

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