i am nothing, then!

coal mine Christmaslate October stare…sleeping in an abandoned boxcardown by the tracks…small pine branch fire,eyes scour the road;coffee, a few boiled potatoes,a smoke as the sun goes down….a returning vet….with no place to go!oil wars, bombs light the sky,dead bodies walk in his dreams…disillusioned, disembodied,homeless, in America!

curtains shout,and seas divide!while rain drenched leavestempt the wind with touch,as small children playhide-and-seek in the shadows.time burns the edgeof page and thought,armies disperse, abandoning cars.rainwater stands in half empty pots,your hands open and close.the tongue wrapped aroundthe butterfly’s wings,heat waves lap at unknown shores.your breasts rise and fall,be it dream, or want…while thunder rolls,and…

the trash bag, the razoron the sink.the sheets on the bed,my pants, the book i’m reading.the things i watch,the things i say,sometimes the things i feel.the things i eat,what i drink, what i smoke.a lot of things i can change…but not the hands on the clock,or the knock on the door!

to feed the world.think about it!we spend enough money on war,to house the homeless.what are we thinking?we spend all of our livesworking for somethingthat does not last…that is not real.dont you thinkit’s time we changed?

have enough to eat?does he/she have heat?is he fixing to be evicted?is he lonely? hurting?have you asked?have you spoken to him?do you know his/her name?do you care?

that which we feel,that which we do….that which we knowin the end to be true….and nothing less!