poempost #1

What Have You Gone, Where Have You Done

I have walked a traveled road
foot-stamped sidewalks in dirty snow
restless reminders of a city's woe
we miss the trees,
we miss our homes.

I cleanse my veins
and put truth below
another time for another woe
crisis cries and studies show:
love and justice are at
an all-time low.

I scream and put it in a box
for those to open and if not,
Pandora keeps it under locks
though it'd be best if you forgot

passive-aggressive certainly we
agree that I will never be
assertive with agility,
depth,
eloquence,
and humility.

Missile magnets draw near
shouting into windowed veneer
words and words and words and words
"Hear me!" shouts Timidity.

Blunder upon blunder
Slit and dripped over every wrist
a hunger for regret
and a taste for forgiveness

Live long and die forever
the promises of fear:
death isn't that exciting
until sorrow makes it near.