This is not a winter

Nor am I discontent

This is a cruel joke

By idiots told and harshly sent

I am waiting to see the down load end

As I sit pondering garbage bent.

November

When the body and the mind

Are separate and unkind

Argue the gender’s refrain

In the binary world of disdain

These dissociated moments of dark tribute

From this mismatched simulation, I dispute

When the princess has been gored

By the white knight silver spun stork

I’ve been cast out of the realm,

Everyday.

ID

Do you know why you treat?

Us like Amanda Todd?

Believing you are beyond error

Holier than thou

Raising your voice only to be a little

Those you fear from love

Making us unworthy of excrement

Rape the heart and soul

Beat us down like mongrels

Into the corners of life

Till you believe there’s nothing left of us

When the forgotten

When the forgotten

Unravel all the lies

There exudes from the explosion

Of truth and humility

A fire that burns

Untruth, all these lies to cinder

The ashes of youth rise

On the currents of cool breezes

Twirl into the evening quiet

While the rest of the world

Gnashes teeth and clenching

Guilt and accusations

Into the dark

Into the dark

Where no star blooms

Through the void

Where no breath draws

To see a light

When no eyes ope’

I am the crocus

This spring’s bloom

19.

Walking a long stretch of road

To see places long forgotten.