Inflammation

Civilization is breaking down,

broken window by broken window.   

Somedays I am a model of manners,

Other days,

I am caught with a rock in my hands.

We have become our worst enemy

defined by our fear of one another.

Fear of the other

Fear of the mother

Fear of the father

Fear of the ever watching eyes.

Fear of the gun lobby,

Fear of the death lobby,

Fear of the family waiting in the lobby.

Fear of our differences,

Fear of our Gods

Fear of understanding these messages of love,

We are Seething

We see only the chance to oppress

Impress other monkeys in the zoo

We imagine our God gave us rights to enslave

We imagine a world so small

We can snuff out its flame

Without judgement

Without reason

Without hope

Just inflammation.

We fear these people who kneel,

We fear the hand the keeps our heads underwater

We fear the people who want the best for others,

We fear we have nothing left to give

We fear that the getting is gone.

We fear the tender touch,

The gender touch

The dangerous beauty,

That beats on the heart that is Art.

Life repels us

Death seems too common

Too complete to compete

With its vast wildfire.

Can our planet death be consensual

Without us being complicit?

How do we be Pro-life until the baby is born?

Who are these people we invited to dinner?

She said the Hitlers are coming for dinner tonight

What can we serve them

What would be right?

Adolf likes veggies- No Chicken or fish

Revenge is his favourite

Served cold on the dish.

On the side a little genocide.

Ala carte, how ‘bout some baby parts?

On second thought—get the food to go

The crowd is getting angry

And the bar was set too low.

Fear strangles our freedom,

Fear is the opposite of touch

Fear is not  informed by love,

Fear is something to drink

In a fascist beer garden

As we blow out the candles.

We need love now more than ever.

We must begin by learning to love ourself,

Then our love can spread out

Spread its wings like fire

Hot Legs

Warm Mouth

Spent Arms

The world is full of arms

So many arms

We are armed to the teeth

So many guns to love

Is there time left to love them all?

Is there even enough love left to light the way?

Can we become super spreaders of love?

Can we spread love like flames in a forest?

Our lives just may depend on it.