things fall apart—a test and testament to
addressing human trafficking
in that which gives us this misery where
street battles and gunfire
bring us no pleasure.
on the brink, the spiritual journey is
the true cost of operating jails
and is what keeps us miserable.
the truth of suffering is found when we
dismiss charges
and stay with that shakiness.
it is tender our hunger,
15 people have been killed,
restless and worried.
things are in transition, we
search the sea for stranded migrants
to put ourselves to sleep.
with a rumbling stomach
suspect in the killing
in the midst of chaos,
a hopeless cycle that goes on
killed in a shooting
to stay with a broken heart.
life is a teacher and
train derailment
is life as pain.
room for grief, for misery
indicted on six charges,
the point is to pass the test.
our hunger for security is
loaded with cocaine crashed
finding some lasting pleasure.
the paper closes; the inkwell, love,
ideogram of dust—
is empty.