Bad Luck Charm: An Ode to Capitalism

I am your conscience that makes your skin crawl.
I am your writ of execution for breaking The Law.
I am the gun you should put in your mouth.
I am the voice in your mind so you won't leave the house.

I am the sweat of shame falling from your brow.
I am the salt in your eyes now.
I am your custom made loafers falling apart.
I am the gaping hole where there should be your heart.

I am the sword confronting your death.
I am the pyrosis burning your chest.
I am the rock and the hard place.
I am a reminder of all your disgrace.

I am your darkness and your fear.
I am the pool collecting the tears
of all of the people that you harm.
Around your neck, a bad luck charm.

Shared Zen

Life is too short for you
and me to be trapped in the ordinary
Making our bodily temples
home to love, we are the sanctuary


We stand by just in case
witnesses to misplaced pain
Their temporary residence 
keeps them living in vain


Outside of the convulsions
an antidote to blasphemy
We cheer the gods within
turning the wheel of eternity


I cry over your beauty
as it bounces off of mine
It always shines in your eyes
like fate came just in time


It goes down so very deep
and always comes around again
Every little thing you do for me
is a step into our shared zen