the ugly we

we gasp

we frown

we say “God, help those poor children!”

yet we stood

frozen

licking our haagen-dazs

did nothing

and let lie

these innocent kids

with bare ribs

left at the corner

sleeping annexe

that garbage heap

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the ugly we.

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before our eyes

when  we  turn  over  a   fallen  leaf  and

the veins appear weak  before our eyes

does   that   mean  that  we  are  ageing

or  is  the  leaf  ageing  before our eyes?

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when   we   turn   away  our   memories

as what lies ahead fog before our eyes

does that mean that we are weakening

or  is  the page leafing before our eyes?

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three bins

three           bins

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one    for  glass

one  for  plastic

one   for  paper

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hmm     I    said

then      thought

for           awhile

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three bins only?

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hmm   I  smiled

then released it

from my fingers

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it went onto the floor

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my  ice  cream  stick.

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you don’t but I do

you don’t recall

but I do

of how our oilfields

were once plundered by you

yet it is you

that scissors the red ribbon

in initiating a sea of blue

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you don’t remember

but I do

of how our skies

were once so blue

yet you giggle yourself silly

as you cruise through your fleet

of red oxygen spas

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you don’t believe

but I do

that heaven only lives

in our mind so blue

but hell

is all around us

where your red paint drips..

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