you..not here

hungry for your love
dark night
chatter
amongst friends
good friends
laughing, telling secrets
honest and bold friends
hungry for your body
near mine as we mingle
share stories
missing you
in the dark
on the deck
beer in hand
music
friends
you
in my thoughts
on my tongue
you

this is...

this is not new
in the history of our world
leaders out of touch with the people
bloated and arrogant
smug and slick

this is not new
to anyone who has experienced
abandonment, desolation and loss
on a catastrophic level

this is not new
in historic times and now
when thousands are left to starve
or murdered and burried in mass graves

ignorance, soulessness, greed, power,
in a leader
create
rage, anguish, dissolutionment and death
in a people

this is not new
it is contemptible.

sleeping in the sun

i sat with pensive hands
beneath my thighs
knowing all the while
the bell would ring
signaling the end
of this cycle of life

set by unseen hands
a fool to time was i
as i stared outside the
closed doors in solemn wonder
until life's silhouettes passed by
and reminded me

of the days without walls
and words that chide
driving anywhere
my own scheduled playtime
and sleeping...
sleeping in the sun

i still walk those halls
sometimes and peer in
from the outside
the room is filled with still air
musty and cold
and i can hear the familiar tone
of condescendence

unnerved by the familiarity
i walk away
down the corridor
to the light
at the end of the hall
i push the doors wide
open with determined hands
and breathe in the air of freedom