Bleeding On A Fence

Barbed wire all around-- 

Still the animated 

Heart yearns 

To find itself always 

Rising without a whimper, 

Stopping only when it is well-

Suspended above it.

 

 

Human Time Bomb

Because we know 

Far too little of what 

Makes us tick, zilch 

About who lit the fuse 

Or when it’s going to go 

Off, and too damn much 

To give a shit about it, 

Let alone fan it till 

It tilts 

Our very own belittled 

Known universe, 

We do nothing 

But persevere— 

So magnificently 

It hurts.