Her War Ghosts
 
The ghosts she did not know
 Tinged her days, sepia shaded longing
 Sadness touching upon celebrations
 Cooling the edges, chilling
 her laughter
 
The ghosts she did not know
 Painted her moments, washing her walls
 Their shadowy silhouettes hanging
 Among family portraits
 Photos of before or now lined the walls, never then
 
She looked into the eyes of her grandmother
 Grandfather, uncle, aunts
 Days, years, months before, lightness, light

ANXIOUS
 
Bad weather announced by sun-dipped models
murder sold in slow motion by AstraZenica
war approved by big oil
the nightly news makes me anxious
with its dramas invented
its grievances inflated
its memes baited and switched
 
Warning: some images may be sickening
the powerful need you to be afraid
 
I get worked up when I should be
coming down from the like/diss diad
money as character reference
nature as enemy
My memories even my eyes focus on mistrust
prepared for apocalypse
 

The line has been crossed
Now where do I live?

pull me,

i am on a string.
i float and follow
your whim.
trust allows
lightness,
free from friction
and physical restraint.
you are effortless;
the lovely breeze
i ride upon-
in and out
of obstacle
and distracting
words that hope to
steal bliss
and build contrite

Present the truth through act and scene
And bring the audience the play!
Unless the place explodes, I mean.

Performing either knave or queen,
Believe in all you do and say:
Present the truth through act and scene!

Remember how to be the screen,
To be the drama's entryway!
Unless the place explodes, I mean.

Distractions often intervene,
But trust: you'll never go astray!
Present the truth through act and scene!

Accept you're not a darn machine!
Embrace the parts that creak and sway!
Unless the place explodes, I mean.

Don't just sit there
On your couch
Bitching for a change
Stand up!
On your feet now!
Do your duty
As an American
Don't let yourself down
Not again
Get out and vote!

Make a choice
Cast yours
Rather you believe it matters or not
Be firm
Take control
Don't let anyone cower you down
Only you have the power to
Make America great again
So get out and vote

Yeah, get out and vote
Don't be a weenie
Make your choice known
Make your voice heard
Fight back
Tell 'em
They can't chose for you
Your vote does count

I Will Try to Name It  
                                                              
An unacquainted damsel
Came in the way the other day;
What happened? Don’t ask.
She came in view suddenly
Like a moon came out of the dark cloud;

And swallow are of love
the silky horizons
hit by a wing
of pink flamingo.

And the weeds are with deep
roots,
drawn water
of secret wells.

Careless was the wind,
carried off in hollows
tenderly
all kind of visions of
color.

Now the time is of the sand,
crossed the life-giving river.
And blows only wind from
Sahara.