Day Poetry
something about the sky and meaning
put some clouds in there, fluff them up
deplete them of the rain
drop it all on the town where my ex lives
help her gardens grow
passing people will comment
on the arrangements, the robustness
the dedication involved
a day is a day is a day
an event wrapped in time
you barely notice it leeching your strength
sapping your will, caging your movements
ushering you closer towards the inevitable
death will close upon us all
and then who knows, the great beyond
the end or the new beginning
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damned if I know
my nerves are strung too tight
homelessness is breathing down my neck
the new Canada hurtles from injustice to injustice
was hurtle the right work, the wright word
it is a day we have in front of us
like a ship from a far off land
its stores full of ill gotten gains
the blood of slaves upon the riches
but only a few get to plunder the spoils
the rest content themselves on what fell
off to the side, barely worth the notice given
and tomorrow will come for some
for some it will be their first entry
bawling and slick with the waste
that attends the process
welcome to the world
it once was a beautiful thing to behold
full of life and variety
but Eve ate that fucking apple
and it ain’t beautiful no more
