do you really want to be with me
or are you just to afraid to leave me
do you dance naked in the moonlight
or curl up with a wool blanket, socks on
can you join the revolution
or will you find another show
on netflix
click, click, click
as life passes by

trust me, he said

as he drove the back plow

that dozed over the sturdy embankment

of endless

memories and dreams...

now mere pebbles

lining the river's shore

enduring the hostile, wicked stream

i sit before the lonely man
wno tells me
bereft
that he lost his father in the holocaust
that i too
mourn for his father
and for every father mother and child
lost in every holocaust across the world
across time
i weep every time a child's limb
is torn from her body
the violent carnage that rips our guts
and tries to steal our souls