Posts for June 22, 2026 (page 3)

they’re poisoning the minds of the youth 
they’re poisoning the food 
they poison what they sell to you 
as the truth 
there’s poison at the root 
of the evil of the world 
there’s poison in their every move 
there’s poison in their suits 
poison eveything good you try to do 
spend your life trying to pay your dues 
then watch the way they do you 
then villify you for having loose screws 

there’s poison at our foundation 
what are we really saving?
we came to be through genocide and enslavement 
by people that look like me 
there’s poison in my bloodline 
i’m gonna let this shit die 
how we let this shit fly 
this shit is still so racist 
there’s poison in what they’re saying
they’re poisoning the masses 
cause we proved we don’t care 
about other human life 
there’s poison in our attitudes 
a blind eye
turns like the world 
as it burns 
the people that look like me 
poison everything  
make you care more about the money spent 
on the war 
than the loss of innocent life 
pump that poison in your mind 
pump that poison in your spirit 
bump that noise till they hear it 
bump that noise till they hear it 
pump that poison in your spirit 
don’t create
just destroy with the lyrics 

the people we look up to 
pump that poison to the people 
pump that poison to the people 
hope you can avoid all the evil 
good luck 
they poison everything 
sick fucks 
how you gonna be immune?
how you still not conscious 
about what you consume?
but i know there’s no ethical consumption 
under capitalism 
or technofeudalism 
they’ve got us under supervision 
they’ve locked us in a data prison 
but who wants to be mad and sad for a living?
i was just trying to be real 
i didn’t mean to poison the vibe 
still got a lot left to heal 
made the choice to stay alive  
too many lost to suicide 
many took the poison 
cause they didn’t want to take the poison 
that comes with this life 

see you next time i see you 
on the other side 
on the other side 
or is that just them poisoning my mind?

My girls say things like let’s grab coffee
and go for a walk / thanks for letting me complain /
we’re such old ladies / no, we’re just old souls /
okay, so I don’t have breast cancer,
but— / can I be a bitch for a minute? /
I found a recipe for gluten-free lavender scones,
we should try them this weekend /
I’m having some regret over my marriage /
do you remember when we saw
that blood-red moon and it was so huge
and we thought the world was ending? /
I think I might hate my job / I think
I might have a date with a girl
this weekend / we should just move
to Maine and open a B&B,
that would be the dream /

off the front porch there would be asters
and coneflowers pom-pomming the path
all the way to the beach /
we would grow old, still creaking on
about our antique hearts /
and we could grab a coffee /
go for a walk

A glut of liquid fertilizer gradually sizzles,
soaks through the thin skin of my hands
as I care for my kingdom. Red cuticles, subtly 
sick, so nitrogen-rich. I water the soaked garden
in the drizzle of rain, ammonia-fog, naturally forget
my old place in the rhythm of living and doing.
Please let me, zombied, tend to something, however
unhelpful or harmful, just to feel near to the world.
Overdose it on the flood of love that my dead roots
cannot absorb. This joy is artificial, I won’t take any more
white pellet meals. It’s not what I’m here for. I’m destined
to satiate the earthworms, sink back into cycle, happy to be
useful and worthy. After all, these storms left me so dirty. 

Workout of my life!!!
Forget your spin instructor
Try a spin cycle
Reinventing the hamster wheel
Bonus: smells like Tide

*No cats were harmed in the writing of this poem; one did, though, discover the joys of an empty washing machine 🙂

Babes,
look me in the eye
and tell me
an unfortunate secret. 

Whisper in my ear,
about the ways
you’ve changed.

And make it all
make sense.

We dreamed of touching stars.
Some crazed part of us thought it possible
That we would be “the ones.”
Our minds never quieted,
Our imaginations never stilled,
All the while pulling ourselves up the infinite ladder,
Hand over hand,
Until the sun burned our wings,
Then kept crawling on through the expanse.
One day we’ll sit above,
With our hands on the stars,
Having broken the limits of mortals,
Through our faith in each other.

Tonight a firefly
landed in my hair–fiercely 
he flashed that strand blonde

        After Carolyn Grace’s “Limn 1”  

November gray: moist air floods my face
as I muse on things avoided, feelings untraced that linger
as I watch their hidden blades, hoping their swirl will miss me. 
I worry a lot, listening to my conscience’s buzz.   

But I can trace the sun’s path, from the shade of discomfort,
the bite of the mind, always itching for a world I no longer have, always
worried about our lot.  I listen to the buzz of talk as I sit silent,
my head loud with fears, shadows sharpening my heart.  

Always the bite of the mind, itching
for interruptions, a chance to play, but the quiet
continues.  My head as sharp as my heart, all
a state of blue and red.  Sometimes I cannot catch my breath.   

The quiet betrays me, no interruptions, my buzzing mind plays
with scissor blades whose swirl I can only watch, not stop.
Yearning for the breath of the next generation, I’m blue,
caught in a golden haze, a square of stillness.

impatient for change
chimney swift re routes mid air
& dives right at me

Wake up word brain
Flex writing muscles

Grade school, high school, college and beyond
Ideas still come
 
Give them a chance
Let them grow from their seed  

Water with time
Paper and pen, pencil eraser, spoken word

Give them sun
A beat, a rhyme, a rhythm

Convey a thought
Dance with creation