Born with the red pill
Halfway down the throat
Taking the utmost skill
Discerning what that denotes
The burden of building bridges
Not moats
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Born with the red pill
Halfway down the throat
Taking the utmost skill
Discerning what that denotes
The burden of building bridges
Not moats
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
The dead seek no retribution
They’re gone from hunger
Not from greed
They are appeased from restitution
Of that torn asunder
Not from need
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
I’ve not found it yet
Betwixt barroom floorboards
Or Buddha’s verses
Guess I’ll search more
Before early bird specials
Or cold black hearses
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Coat news with narratives
Call the stories facts
Get the data in
See how the masses react
Trim the tale to fit needs
Until the lie is intact
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
Extend your compassion beyond
That which you hold dear
Lessen the suffering
Of that which you fear
Embrace the far
As well as the near
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
I give thanks to the dawn
With a nod of my head to the sun
Birds chip in thanks for the heat
I’ve wonder this world is not yet undone
Gene G. McLaughlin 2016
I Google my thoughts
To known they’re originals
Some are bought
Most are aboriginal
My mind’s fraught
In search of the seminal
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
I got nothing tonight
But the summer heat
No feeling
But pavement burning
My feet
Only the ache
No
Deceit
Flesh singed
Like Meat
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015
I sold a poem for 9 dollars
Then bought sea monkeys
With the funds
Art, commerce, and life’s miracles
Existing together as one
Gene G. McLaughlin 2015