Poems
a trio.
Greenland
Let me
assure you
that Greenland
is the farthest thing from
green.
The entire continent
looks like a
sheet of glass.
Flat and
white
Flying above it
the continent
is mistaken as being a
giant cloud.
Vast and
clear
not a thing
marks its surface.
Greenland
is the epitome
of
Nowhere.
Windowless View
The desert is a beautiful place
that people with windows
never see.
A cinder block wall encloses the back,
a stream of parked cars encircles the front,
other people’s garbage and recycling cans
line hap-haphazardly on the
sidewalk horizon.
People never walk the streets
to take in the view that is not worth seeing.
Their eyes only fixed upon their own front door
that opens and sucks themselves in.
Gobbled up by a creation
that looks no different from
that of their neighbors.
Outside each window
people don’t bother
to see
a mirror image of
themselves
staring right back
at them.
No New World
We don’t live there.
We might have, once, as a species
been the architects of our own destinies
but the modern age —
we are dictated by the whim of the dollar.
We go where we are paid to
We fill the voids that need to be filled.
Modern society
is built upon people who do things in order
to get by.
We are architects of
Nothing.
We stand upon the heads of our dreams
in order to reach the shelves
and grab the nearest box of
cheap ramen noodles.
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