"Skim," "People," and "The Return of Sound"

Skim

Your children are stones
who have skimmed the sun

who have been born into a world
where the toxicities have skinned the ozone

the sun skims across their faces everyday
razing red-hot and cancerous skin

in time all the stones will turn black
and melt away like Icararuswings.

People

People are people are made of people
like they’re supposed to be made of
people with peopleskin and peopleheart
[can turn dark and black sometimes
like a lump of coal what with these
endless wars and mass genocides]
made purely of peoplequality [usually shoddy]
with their peoplelives and peopleperceptions
and peoplebrains communicating with the other people.

The Return of Sound

Neutrino heavy gulp of heavenly hesitation
inadvertently switches on 
an octogenarian's hearing aid
which has been hashtag stashed
in the oven until today. Unfiltered 
sound waves suddenly suck in
the noise, the chitchat of the church
and subway train simultaneously
showing through ataxic sound skinflints 
of various voices and all albums 
from here to Allentown where the apathy
can be heard in the voices. 
Shaggy memories heard through dust 
remind him how nothing has changed
and Mankind is still a bunch 
of silly monkeys with lucky thumbs.