Karma is a Handicap

Poor men could advance their position
By committing acts labeled evil
But wont for fear of
Wealthy men retain status
By committing evils and
Are unaffected by karma
Because they are not handicapped
By the belief


Customer Service

Today at work
A customer says to me
“You look like you don’t wanna be here”
Gee bitch what gave it away?
My tired feet?
Aching back?
Or the minimum wage i’m paid to perform the labors of ten men
(Cuz sexist employer practices rarely hire women to stock)
All this i say to her mentally
As i bend over…
To lift another box
Ignoring her and her comment entirely


You were in my dream again and
So was he
The two of you visiting me
Its been ages
Since i’ve spoken
To either of you
He and i parted on bad terms
She and i, well
My fault for never closing the gap
Bridge was wide open
Even in my fantasies
I choked up
Let you drift away from me
Without saying bye

I used to love to write
All day, all night
Posting my discoveries
Along a web
World wide
So that even outer space
Could see

One day a shear of fear
Snipped that web
Buried the discoveries
Fearing that
Someone would steal them from me
So i Stopped

Hid the discoveries
In books and tomes
Charging fees for a right to see them
But the thrill wasn’t the same
Americans don’t read books
Especially those composed of poetry
Spoken from
An unwealthy unknown

But the people most like me do
So i restrung the web
Posting my discoveries
So even outer space could see
Beacons for those searching for
An inner me


My first jay back
In about a month
Haze clears my mind
Returning memories
Clarity forgot

Like the time
You introduced me to love
When we crafted laughter
And all the mistakes
We made
Throughout the way
That led to this present day

Obsessed with who’s right
Frowning at the thought of you
And learning to love hate

180 degrees
This journey we travled
Soles flopping in the wind
Becoming undone