Alienating the Self

Admit it— 
hard not to 

believe, harder still 
to acknowledge 

a complete stranger. 

Waking the Dead

You don’t have to 
Sleep on it—not 

As hard as it sounds— 
Silence is the only sound 

They understand. 

Inner City Clearance Sales

trigger happy neighborhoods
where cops pick up/off kids at will— 

smashed store fronts strip 
mauled bodies busted

corporate person- 
hoods clean up again. 

Nutcracker

small poem, 

try harder

again. 

Two Pro Found Statements

1. 

Give credit where 
Credit is due. 

2. 

The world owes you 
Nothing 

You can bank on 
That, too.