he wore self inflicted
wounds like a Purple Heart
awarded for an ill spent life

he loved his country
for what he thought
it once was

he loved his country
for what he thought
it should be

he never loved his
country as it actually was

love haunts the
battlefields
of memories
giggling

Cream: Badge

Suffern
10/31/13
jbm

a body in
the rotunda lay

in state for
all to see

ideals displayed
in drab repose

a nation on
its knees

we can’t
believe

what eyes
behold

mute tears
stain blighted
faces

the Capitol just
a corpse filled
tomb

democracy
a mouldering
grace

Edvard Grieg:
Aase’s Death

Oakland
11/22/13
jbm

I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.