The Sun God beamed vengeanceOn sea, on tree, on man.The sea evaporatesThe trees wither and fadeMighty man… Stays indoors.

All dread and fear God Ra

And those who walk with him:

Those hindered by the rays

But still march on forward

Those who persist in pain.

Summer 2016

The year of summertime blues

Of a profound loneliness,

Grief, sadness, and pain. But Still

We press forward to progress

Summer 2016

The sad clown cried her last tear

The barkeep became sober

They mingled in their disease

Over a glass of shared tears

Summer 2016

The writer opened his eyes

To hell unfolding ahead

Though it was his destiny

The writer cowered away

We are un-wretched people

Cursed to play out on a stage

The wretched parts of ourself

And maybe God is watching

Maybe the stage is empty