April 22nd 2015

Poetry is all that comes
When the pain is so deep
It squeezes the lungs
Choke-holding throats
Punctured and poked
Felt thoughts
Form sentences

Sour gas cowsualties
Smiles before bed
Sign off on your safety training
Before you're dead

Side-stepping spills for
toxic PR
Touch it if you're not afraid,
But of course you are

Budget shoes
Budget look
Who cares about the budget?
In the budget book

Squeezed and choked
Hunted and broke
Emancipation never did come
From boats

Essays could be written
Trails blazed down winding roads
There are plenty of words
To explore with

But instead please accept
These
sardonically simple
tear drops
For mother's day

Gaia forgive us.

Sincerely,

Clueless Wonder