an-luchdaich / overload    

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how did I get to this place ?     

this undetermined stop. inside the garden       

of the walled indifference    

of me. do i stop in recognition of these silent   

shadowed spaces. do they perceive me, at my

weakest point. do they hear the

static overload. the voices that push 

& press, all the buttons all at once.

the pressure to address,

the irritation in my mind. that is pulled 

to the point of overload. are they the 

silent witness to the thoughts 

that live past rescued reason. 

the shapes that watch & follow.

that walk, stalking beyond the cracks.

pulling me over the unseamed edge.

inside the well worn ridges of my

descending mind[set] in its oblique 

groove overture. 

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pribhleid / privilege

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Creationist insanity needs conversion [therapy]

scripture never should be disguised as homophobic [rhetoric]

minorities on their knees forced to take it. racism runs

off at the mouth. white power lies, ignorant [wrapped] in red

white & blue [misogyny] feels – it’s way, dripping, vile & crude,

slithering. bigotry vomits on a nation of minorities

divided by its [white ] power

burns through the progress of [a Dream I had ]

on a hill. great men bow their heads. [in] [shame cries

as [black lives matter ]hangs on every cross. as a rainbow dissolves

in the dark storm, the vision of the approaching [new world order]

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