F.E.A.R.

Faithless
Expectation of
Armies and
Rain
…when the general loves you and you’ve got an umbrella.

Getting
Ready to
Eat your
Emptiness for
Dinner
…when your father is a billionaire and your mom’s making steak.

Languishing
Under
Slavery to self and
Tyranny over persons
…when there’s fresh air outside and we’re all in one family.

Painstakingly
Rationalizing your
Inoperative
Disease-infested
Ego
…when the organ isn’t necessary and the surgeon is in.

Father’s fidelity to
Outlandishly show off his
Redemption and to
Gently display the
Irrationality of our
Vices
Even as we
Naive young fools
Expect to
Somehow
Settle a deal
…though the debt’s all been paid and our bank account is brimming.

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The Undeserving Poor

For Stacey & for Stephen

I, for one,
would rather be homeless in the city than the suburbs.
The city streets themselves are damn abusive
but caves for building fires aren’t so elusive
and folks with faces tend to be intrusive.

I think I’d rather
hold a sign near walking legs than stalling cars,
manufactured with their built-in moats and gates.
Red lights passing fast–a rush–and no one waits,
on their way to better things and chosen fates.

At least in cities,
enough people have come close to where you’re at.
Some have given up the dream of stable reign:
plenty of sleep, us and them, and pills for pain,
spotless counters and bedsheets without a stain.

And I’d rather be
a servant in the slums than in the slick and shiny places.
The undeserving poor at least will face it,
that nothing they could do would ever change it,
that Someone from outside must recreate it.