Defund the police—
The orchard has been spoiled by
a few bad apples
Tag: Poetry
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JunePoWriMo 1
Today in other news
an imbecile left his bunker
and for no good reason
declared war on the country
then he read some sentences
he had never seen before
blew some more smoke
in people’s faces
then he held up a book
he has never read
in front of a building
he has never attended
then he went back
to his empty rented house
and turned off the lights
scared of what people think of him
Meanwhile the people
went about their business
making damned sure
they wouldn’t have to be scared anymore
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MayPoWriMo 31
The voices assemble
speaking as one
different languages
gathered as spirit
flow through this
moment unheard
even broken
into fragments
though you may
have missed them
turn off your screens
and listen
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MayPoWriMo 30
The streets have gone
from empty
to prevent a disease
to full in observance of
the original disease
that has plagued
these streets since
the auction block
tolled its bells
ringing in a new day
of profits for
the already enriched
and will continue
looting these streets
until all the windows
have been shattered
and we cannot see
the flames for the smoke
rising in our feeds
until we can’t
breathe
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MayPoWriMo 29
One of the tags on the church across the street reads #BLM The pastor and congregants agreed the tag will be one they will keep
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MayPoWriMo 28
Since days go by without a second thought
Of where we are or where we all could be
Identities defined by what we bought
We hide our faces so no one can see
The fabric of our lives is but a span
We hope is threaded through more future days
To live and know enough to say we can
Rest easy or at least avert our gaze
And cross the street as coughing cars go by
Not knowing what the next block has in store
Turns out we humans have enough to buy
When we can freely enter as before
The unexamined lives that were unkind
To all—oh well whatever never mind
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MayPoWriMo 27
To forestall doom it’s time to go full doomer
The plants I watered shrivel in their pots
I have been known to be the latest boomer
To say okay and then take all the shots
A hundred thousand stories now cut short
Depending on which zip code you reside
Let’s all go back to normal and abort
The inconveniences we can’t abide
It happens or it doesn’t—take a breath
This worrying does no one any good
There are some fates they say are worse than death
The plants are saturated with our blood
Then let this be the path to our disaster
Two months? Too slow. We should just make it faster
Joshua Keiter 