The New England

When the children are in bed

and the dishes are clean

the porchlight dims to

hush the neighborhood,

snow falling in darkness

and the windows getting

damp.

Grandmother turns off her light

downstairs after saying her rosary

and the work is all done,

for the time being.

Even the dog and cat lie

curled up together in a peaceful

oval, mimicking the braided rug

beside the bed.

And there’s no one left

to care for.

tonight, instead,

pray for yourself,

and that life isn’t spent on

one more moment of simply

filling time and obligation,

but for forging boldly

into the forest of fate, fears, and

foreshadowing. If you don’t

pray earnestly for your own

deliverance from boredom,

then it just may be possible

that no one else will either.

and neither will anyone check to see

if you’re taken care of, too.

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Bored To Tears

It only ever seems to be an artist

who can make me at a loss for words.

They do bring so much beauty

into the mundane and miraculous,

but never settle for the defeatist

life of simple contentment.

It’s their way of being that makes

this poet’s blood boil

and forces the pen

to tell her stories instead.

Ginger Snapped

Sources claim that it was a combination

of starvation and syphilis that brought

the red hair among the Celtic nations,

not the Viking conquests, which was

the previous rumor. So I suppose

the end result of going home

at the end of the night with the red-headed

fiddler from the Irish pub will be the same:

conquest or maybe syphilis,

but least likely, starvation.

Anaflactic Vanilla

How does the life I live

and the privileges I’ve had

keep others enslaved and

oppressed?

 

How is it that I can use

my small voice in the

world overtaken by the uncaring,

the apathatic,

to throw a motherfucking wrench in

the wheels of the mighty system

which oppresses and demeans

some while benefitting few,

stopping it quicker than me and the

kids down on San Pablo can yell,

“Uluru!” And mama in the back

sings Kumbaya.

 

My aunt and uncle moved

into a gated community

in a very wealthy suburb,

presumably to keep the brown

people away from their

precious Lexus, expensive golf clubs.

they had the good sense, though,

to give the spare keys

to the brown people who go right

through the gate

and do the lawn and laundry,

they are not willing to do

in their very busy schedules.