Poetry

Sanctuary
Speaking in poems
Or at least
Attempting to
Illustrious alliterations ironically illuminate
A mile high mountain
Where we wander
To escape
The insane cities below
San Jose, Paraiso
A bustling Cartago
Woken quite early
By the tribes
Of howler monkeys
Arguing over bananas
And laughing at tents
Full of humans
Carrying pens and machetes
Cooking breakfast
Bought from those places we loathe




TSA
Airport
Line, waiting
Zigzagging through corrals
Made for humans
X-RAY!
Remove belt and shoes
CHECK!
Blue shirts and nitrile gloves
Cops EVERYWHERE
I am fairly sure
The terrorists
Have won 


The Beauty of Solidity

Oh my life

What is this I?
Or eye
Oh why, oh why?
I found some peace
But lost my fire
With what I've found
Have I lost myself?
Is this all that is
Or is there
Something else?
Life most certainly is no Hell
But something is missing
Everywhere
I look
Perhaps it took
For me to take
A step back that I may see
This forest hidden by the trees
So much so right
But certainly
Your mind is blind
If you see
This world as only misery