Existing…..
In this grisly grotto of endless void
Shivering amidst turbulent thoughts..
…cold…..so cold….
Sightless…heedless…devoid of emotions
Mindful of the encroaching darkness
That would birth an expected despair

Dislocate, uproot, relocate, distribute
Plant this line in your head and keep repeating,
Our divine right as economic migrants, that heinous vow we took,
Once mortgaged to the rock, we forsook for home,
Is now supplanted in cardboard boxes, a Pink Floyd flurry,
Distribution of reason, unhoused, disowned
In surreal distribution across the lawn, partway through the shed,
Up the hallway, into our beds, and thence on in to our crowding heads.

Dislocate, uproot, and relocate, distribute

How vulgar are "thoughts and prayers"
To the victims of gunshots and tears.

The thoughts of apes and vultures
Salute the laws of savages
With prayers that spit at grief.

We wail from our skulls,
Wail from our bowels.

They call the bullets "rounds",
They call those bleeding "hit",
And call the dead as "down",
Like children in a playground
Of whimsical massacres.

Age is just a number,
But wisdom identifies one’s act.
Age reveals a long living,
Wisdom clarify one’s learning .
it's the nature of life

Don’t uncertainly declare,
For it is not a liar…
It’s always right.
Age can’t be cheated,
But some people are mendacious to themselves.
The time is set when we are born,
There is no bargain.