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Tuesday Poetry: Broken Humans Creating Broken Humans

There’s a moment everyone reaches
As they get older and see their parents
As irrational broken people
It’s a painful realization
To know your parents are more flawed than you
You’re equally disgusted and impressed
With everything they have achieved
How did they survive so long like this?
How did they manage to bring a child
Into this world? Then you remember
Everything that happened to you and what they did
They’d have been better off without children
And you think you’d have been better off
Never existing in the world
Procreation is for the selfish

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Tuesday Poetry: Clown Lives Matter

I think it started as a prank
The Clown Apocalypse of 2016
Some people having fun
But not trying to hurt anyone
Then it grew into something
Larger and more sinister
People used it to justify
Bad behavior and scaring children
Two months it lasted
From early September
To Halloween – 
One week later the
Biggest clown won
The election
Was it a small thing
That grew too big
Or was it a publicity stunt
A distraction – 
It was a unique phenomenon
That deserves more attention
I think there’s a lot to be said
About our culture
What drives us and what we fear
What was the socio-political climate
Leading up to the most unpredictable
Event of the 21st Century – 
Someone in Tucson petitioned
To have a protest parade
Supporting this new clown movement
It was not the kind of attention
The people of Tucson wanted – 
Everyone prepared for zombies
But no one knew what to do
When clowns stood on the edge
Of forests and sides of roads
Beckoning the youth to follow

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Tuesday Poetry: Human Connections are Hard to Find

Sometimes when I
Want someone to hold,
Or for someone
To hold me,
My cat knows – 
She lays and 
Purrs on my chest
When I’m lonely.
She’s always there
To knead on my chest
With nails that need clipped
Poking me, drawing blood – 
She settles and sleeps
The constant hum
Of her hypnotic purr.
Some days I fall
Asleep to her affection,
Some days she sleeps
On the couch
When I toss and turn – 
Her affection never
Stops the night terrors
She’s always there afterwards,
But cats can only do
So much for humans

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.