Twofer Tuesday Poetry: White Elephants in the Cider House & Closing Time for Steve

White Elephants in the Cider House

I’m against abortion
I’m against the death penalty
I’m against all killing
I won’t even squash a bug
But I can’t stop anyone
From having an abortion
Just like I can’t stop
Anyone from committing murder

The thought of having a child
Or aborting it is
A difficult decision
Not an easy choice; certainly
But if one decides
To do it
I want them 
To be safe

I knew a girl
Who had an abortion
When she was 16
She was young
Made a mistake
And had to
Make a tough choice
Altering the rest of her life

I knew a girl
Who decided to
Abort her child
When she was in college
She wasn’t ready for kids
And didn’t want to quit school
She’s dealing with post-traumatic stress
For killing her child

I knew a girl
Who got pregnant
By a married man
He forced her to abort
So no one would discover
He had been unfaithful
She did it because
She thought she loved him

I used to say abortion
Should be okay for rape victims
But I thought that child
Born under horrible circumstances
Could grow up and make
The world a better place
I will never take away someone’s
Right to make that choice

I will always advocate
Against abortion and
Any kind of killing
But if I know someone
Who makes that choice
I will stand beside them
And support them
With their difficult decision

Closing Time with Steve

The digital sign reads closed
And the automatic locks turn on
It’s 10 p.m. and the general store is closed
But Steve’s day isn’t done
He must count the receipts
And fix any errors before
Plugging in and sleeping for the night
The math is easy for a machine
But his battery doesn’t last
As long as it used to
He’ll have to call a repair bot
And have them tinker while he works
He can’t take time off
His fellow mechanoids need to shop

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: Feelings

Emotions are a curious thing
They come
They go
They fire you up
They break you down
They make you laugh
            Til your side hurts
They make you cry
            Til your throat hurts
They take you places
They can stop time
They can destroy your world
            Or remind you how great
            Things can be
But sometimes you wish
            You couldn’t feel a damn thing

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Flashback Friday Poetry: The Meaning of Life

many of us do not try
to understand the reasons why
why do things occur as they do
no one knows, not me, nor you
all we can do is live with life
for life is always an enduring strife
the only consistency is change
not often does something stay the same
money is the main focus for some
others prefer peace and love
how does one discover what life is about
experiencing life is one way to find out

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.