Day 100 – Lifeblood

We were born in a world
that promised us love,
that preached us backyard summers,
that taught us the value of honest work

We were born in a world
that fed us cinema,
that baited us with dreams it spun,
that led us to the brink and let us go

Come to find,
love’s a scheme we can’t afford
Come to find,
our honest work is not enough
Come to find,
we don’t deserve the things
we selfishly assumed
that we had every right
to desire

And so we are a generation spoiled by
ideology that we did not approve;
now we are a congregation ruled by
technology that we did not invent

Yet we’re the ones who have to fix the system,
the honest work for which they trained us up-
and we don’t have
any lifeblood
to spare.


Day 95 – Dignity

This holiday,
give dignity.
Release that grinding desire
for recognition,
give up that tight-held right
to decide what others need.

Nobody wants socks, man.
The poor have suffered

Day 304 – Enough

Sitting on a goldmine,
rich with sensations
and possibilities,
undeserving of even air
and using it to lament-

who am I to say
that birth wasn’t enough?

Flipping through the records
of previous loves
broken by my own hand,
the bliss that was allowed
to exist, but couldn’t last-

who am I to ask for more?

I who cannot heal
one sparrow’s wing,
cannot give growth
to one small flower
without the same grace
which saw fit to make me-

questioning, doubting, disputing-

who am I that life
is not enough?