my head is exploding with information

my head is exploding with information,

God, please let the other 90% kick in,

so many bombs of consequences soon

falling, and out of my control is it all, except

my heart resolutely dedicated to kindness,

Jesus, warm it up because it’s cold in here;

the suffering is immense everywhere there

is poverty and thieving martian billionaires.

my planet doesn’t need no human beings,

Earth Mother, forgive us the unforgivable

act of self-obsession, destroying your seed,

Narcissi gazing on screens of our reflections.

Dangerous times

Hope is fading out of fashion;

resignation is settling in,

a dangerous place to be

when things seem impossible

to change in a system driven

by unchecked capitalism.

His scent

She nuzzles his jacket

like Linus, his blue blanket,

for deep within its worn collar

lives his essence’s scent,

fragrant in the frayed fold

of the warm plaid flannel,

lingering long past his absence.