I told myself
they do nothing
So I did nothing
I told myself
they’re all the same
So I just complained
and blamed
never once
questioning the frame
and now they
kill in my name

write a poem,
give birth in the dark

sell secrets,
hidden in your heart

fasten knives,
bladed death sharp

cut out stars,
to spark ardent art

war consumer,
bought and sold;
baby boomer,
beyond control.

oil assumer,
profits in bold;
death diffuser,
world catches cold.

deadbeat doomer,
gilded in gold;
embalmed abuser,
heads gonna roll.

failed-state groomer,
petty and old;
wealth of tumors,
as countries fold.

i am taking my heart
running away
slipping into the night
with nothing to say
gone in a vanish
i was just as startled
my ghost got made
like a rising vapor
i am dead today

Only on Mars:

• Jump three times higher
• Plant potatoes with Matt Damon
• Visit Valles Marineris, 10 times the size of the Grand Canyon
• Recall meeting a prostitute with three boobs
• Fall into Olympus Mons, the largest volcano in the solar system
• Deprive a billionaire of oxygen

take a jump;
discern distance.
take the risk —
risk is relentless.

inspire loss;
compose insistance.
my strength is loss –-
weak with resistance.

a writer’s frost;
frozen intention.
thaw at what cost?
you are witness.

mapped it out
place myself
under the
silent type

ache of quiet
pen held
to light

travel page
confines confide
these decisions
haunt the
interior mind