When our world gets bigger than we are
like a golf pro, hitting golf balls
on a green, in the late evening
at a course, where he beat the record
at 17
our time, has expired, like the sunset
our choices shrink
like a laundry load
colors,
whites,
and red stripes
Stains, on our perfect dreams
We don’t know how to handle this pain
and those closest to us
rip open our wounds
where hate leaks out, like lava
a fire, that never exploded, churning, like a thousand desires
wrapped-up into one.
“I want the whole world or nothing!”
It’s easier to help a stranger, than your blood
when passion, is mixed with Chernobyl radiation
burning the ones, we love
splitting their cells, like misremembered memories
until forgiveness turns into forgetfulness
and we don’t remember how to put our family back together.
Out of the waste land, walks a man, who hasn’t died
even though, his days are disintegrating
What will he do, when the sun is a shadow?
He reaches for meaning, like a green caterpillar, clinging,
to life
because everything he has known and loved
has died.