It’s Not Polite to Stare

Emmett’s mother had it right
Not letting her son go quietly
She made a stand opening the casket
Showing her mutilated son
Showing the humanity of it all
“Look! ” Look at what they did to my son! ”
“Look! ”

Some of us did
Out of fear – conformity
Some out of spite
Some concern
But most of us turned our backs on Emmett’s mother

On all mothers who seek justice
For the killing of their children.

(2007)

poem by Khristian E. Kay
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Even if they have pictures

No matter what they tell you
No matter how they beg
Do not – I repeat – Do Not
tell people the truth
People do not really
want to know the truth
Lie - make up shit if you have to
But do not ever tell them the truth
They prefer their fantasies
They prefer their make-believe
safety net webbed about them
suffocating tightly
like the larder of a spider

If you tell people the truth
they’ll just crucify you
hang you from some tree
and then
make shit up about you

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Psychos On The Pipe

We don’t sell our bodies to the highest
Or only bidder to feed children
We don’t feed the children
We feed our need
Whatever that may be
Our need for love
Our need for desire
Our need for the poison in our veins

We feed our children to the abuse of strangers
that institutionalized reform of the intellect
to score crystallized rock
to score refined gold
which we wear around our ego
in display of our grandeur and scheming
until we can shoot it through our barrels
to fill the empty of our souls

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Big Bang Theories

Hawking says it begins this way
a thought expressing itself in the
darkness of nothing: 'no thing'
and then exploding itself across the vast expanse of time
we are composites of these
deposits - particles shooting
out our momentary brilliance
much like the tiny fragments
leftover from this God's eye
burning out in our own atmosphere
a shooting star

I saw a shooting star
arc its way across the sable tapestry
which in profundity is a miraculous
dice game of chance
some etymological particle left
from the Big Bang of the universe
spewing its essence across the
facade of time

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