Shou Zi Chew Testifies Before US Lawmakers

Drip Drip Drip

We take another life

When we take a position of power

And ignore the worldly strife.

Protesters are dying

And the enemies grow stronger

As we focus on social media

And push it away a little longer.

Drip Drip Drip

The blood is pouring thicker

As we ignore the truth

Repercussions are coming quicker.

An economic fall is coming

That will make the Great Depression

Look like child’s play

With our new order obsession.

Drip Drip Drip

The earth will no longer exist

With our nuclear power

And our need to persist.

Congratulations 

We’ve succeeded in trying

To unite the left and right,

And all it took was us dying.

Lost

He wanders down the street with three

jackets on his back. He pushes a rusted 

shopping cart overflowing with various 

things. He is not a trash man, he is only

a collector of the lost and unloved.

He sleeps in the alleyways and waits

until the neighborhood has fallen asleep.

In the bleak of the night he sifts through

the discarded, the things once wanted,

but have now lost their value in society. 

He finds pieces of himself in every object

that the world no longer pays attention to.

In the rush of daylight he watches the people

who hop from one place to another, he sees

everything and everyone in everywhere

but they aren’t able to return the favor. 

He sits and watches the sunset and wonders

“Am I truly the one that has lost sight of life?”

Young Girl Holding Tabby Cat

She’s smiling at

a fresh yellow ball of fur

held down between

her bicep and chubby hand.

It’s belly is freshly shaven,

with a bright blue tattoo

to indicate it won’t bring home

any unwanted guests.

She wears a blue sundress

atop a dull pink shirt.

Her hair is golden and frazzled

in the afternoon sunlight.

It’s eyes are two emeralds,

wide with excitement.

A reflection of the flash is

centered in it’s left pupil.

Her dull eyes turned red,

reveal multicolored feathers,

held above the camera

in the hands of a mother. 

So much goes on 

in the depths of the background

to make the scene

cast in front of the lens.

When the truth is hidden

within the past,

it can still be seen,

behind a young girl’s eyes.

Companionship

She nestles herself in the crook of my elbow,

a rhythmic vibration ruffles her silky fur.

The warmth seeps through my cotton jacket

and into my gelid heart. Her tail jitters in anticipation

as I gently push her off me. As I rise up

she extends a paw onto my palm.

Gently she grazes it until I settle back down

where she flops onto her side and lowers her head.

Her toes are tucked beneath her belly,

her nose pointed to the curl of her tail.

Her breathing remains a steady rise and fall

as she sinks deeper in a restful slumber.

Her heartbeat begins to aline

With the one she revived within my chest.

A heart I had no idea was still capable

of beating at all, let alone in tune with another.

Tanka Bombs

Ships lit ablaze on

the coast of murky waters

but a tank of bombs

could not achieve this damage

without the master’s hands.