Hallway to Nowhere

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  • The Room (Poem)

    here the antechamber

    a dreary room small and drab

    unfurnished lit only by a neon light

    flickering threatening to go out

    the floor covered by a slick of mud

    tracked from other peoples’ shoes

    once this seemed the world

    brilliant views of an endless sky

    a sun that shone on verdant fields

    now older and my eyes fail

    clearly the illusions fade

    know where I wait and why

  • “Children Want To Work Without Lunch Breaks” (Poem)

    (The title is a quote from a U.S. State-in the Deepest South-Delegate)

    these new gods, deities of flash and cash

    delight in human sacrifice as they stride across the world,

    our backs their stepping stones, our faces to the ground.

    we sing in worship, songs shouting possession;

    we groan in pain, cries seeking recognition.

    both go unheard by the hard indifferent dirt

    and the gods pay no heed at all.

    why should they, made in our image?

  • Whose Hand, Whose Words (Poem)

    I say to this hand in disbelief

    whose are you, to what body do you belong

    likewise to these words that you read

    whose are you, what hand wrote you

    you are not mine, neither hand nor words

    how can I who do not exist

    have either of these things

    you are not mine, neither hand nor words

    how can I who do not exist

    have either of these things

    yet here they are, and I would not be

    do you want them