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and the river rages red


they say the river flows red
(this time of year)
due to recent unnatural phenomena
such as climate change
police brutality
and civil unrest

torrential rains cannot dilute
the redness of the river
its banks overflowing
disrupting lives already in need
anguishing over missing person reports
needlessly accumulating
inside wire baskets

power brokers talk of flood walls
(to contain the problem)
but on the streets
there is no such thing as protection
there are only lives that matter
walking the finest of lines
staring down the face of injustice
red river raging from within




september two thousand eighteen
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letting sleeping dogs lie


sleeping dogs twitch and simmer
growling in their dreams
guarding gates leading to salvation

this promised land no longer
glows with hope
its torch once a welcoming beacon
burns violently
out of control winds
swirling in a harbor of hate

sleeping dogs shake violently
unleashing chokeholds
exposing incisors and canines
keeping freedoms at bay
promising to tear into the fabric
of a once selfless nation

sleeping dogs twitch and simmer
growling in their dreams
guarding gates leading to salvation



january two thousand seventeen
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keeping watch on cold nights


individual victories are few
for those unheard voices
having restricted choices
and few precious resources

you know I don’t have to be here
he reassured himself
keeping warm from layered clothing
mentally digging in for the night

mercenaries from the past
march alongside enemies of the state
chanting slogans in ancient languages
only few understand



december two thousand sixteen
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tuesday bloody tuesday


he was tired of being nice
so he moved on to better things
hooked up with some of the boys on
thursday night south of eighteenth street

his woman wasn’t happy with some
of the choices he was making
proceeded to tell him so friday morning

he bought a handgun and spent
his saturday at the pistol range
clearing his mind by repeatedly
reciting bang bang bang

on sunday she sat polishing her rosary
wearing dirty white gloves
church bells ringing in the distance

when monday night mob turns raw
he slips into a brand new world
picking up instincts and aiming
to get a clear shot at something


january two thousand fifteen
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spinning further and further out of control


time has brought change though it seems
everything remains the same
except that there are more of us going about our lives
doing the things we love to do and
doing nothing about the things we hate
because the challenge is just too daunting

so we allow all-powerful corporations to
continue making profits on weaponry and war
allow all-powerful governments to preach
peace while covertly perpetuating
conflict in faraway places
maintaining instability that has lasted
thousands of years
where lives are continually torn down and
wearily rebuilt over and over again
where faces of children
don’t understand the meaning of happiness
because they are forced to live in a world
continually spinning in a direction that is
contradictory to everything decent and just



december two thousand fourteen
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when too many are thrown on the street


and the police have sanctioned bullets
and the judges have their natural-born faults
and some of the locally elected are faithful
and some of them are corrupt
and the higher up you go
from city to county
from county to state
from state to region to super region
the higher you climb the greater the ratio
between the just and unjust
between good and evil
and there’s no telling who is winning
because this kind of winning is artificial
artificial like misguided dreams
and make-believe handguns


december two thousand fourteen
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