Poetry 3

Life on Earth

The emotional load is heavy. It falls into my lap. You fall into their tap. Set up to cause rage as they know so clearly how to haunt you. Without feeling, I avoid this mess.

With feeling, I hurl myself forward but am disorganized. Who will hear? Only my friends, the wind, a passerby who won’t flinch. Am I absolved?

No. I just disconnect from the earthly tethers and see the tired struggle.

I wish to aid them in their time of need.

I wish the people to awaken to their interwoven realms.

But now I understand banning the others makes a hero thrive.

We keep the world for us. Not them.

I never need another man.

I never need another plan.

I need nothing now.

I have it all.

It’s all gone.

Chile Colorado

Chile Colorado

Perfect blend of red, rosy

Warm spices.

Pleasing to my tongue

Squirming down my throat

Into a blissful belly full.