The repressed anger of a socialist superhero

 The hidden anger in him
His jaw clenches 
Many moments spent in silence brooding
While his capitalist superiors narrate his life

His own Political pov pushed out
Feels the rush of outrage
Teeth grind a inside an unstable sarcastic grin
He sweats and struggles to push the anger down

He leans in like lenin with euphoric discourse
Then gulags his feelings like stalin
Which fuels guevara like rants
Apathises other's opinions like zedong

Storing the active rage in each organ
until it comes forth in vigor
Through socialist hubris and misplaced seething wrath
The unresolved pain continues its failed economy

Loans and universal income

The contract gets signed
And on a reciept butt the number changes every month
A void in a number on a doument taking up your life
Filling up every month
With every installment

The burden on a paycheck
Slowly the tiny flow of money fills it
Over months over years
The trickle strangles the budget

The pressure of it bears a weight
The luxuries you may only view
But never tangibly experience
Underpaid observers of advertising

The billionaires preach on universal income
As you struggle at the end of each month

The pool

 Floating with a head above the water
Most of the body inside the water
Skin absorbs sunlight and chlorine
Bathers slowly dip into the water

Several hours ago it was still filling up
The water pouring in from a simple hose
Filling up the cavity that has become the focal point of all leisure
The buttery vanila smell of suncream overwhelms the air

The water's membrane shifts to and fro as more bathers enter
Their cosmetics coming off into the water creating greasy swirls
Sunglasses still mounted above the oohs and aahs of the cold water on warm skin
The formulaic first stroke of the arms as if to swim before retiring to the pool side

The BMX race

Focusing on overtaking the next bike ahead

crashing seems imminent

The focus of the rider means

we will probably have to cheat 

So I focus on leaving the main track to overtake her

Peddling like a maniac

Dodging pine stumps

some rotten, some stronger than boulders

I catch up to her

She is moving quickly under the pines

I overtake her and out pedals hit against each other

almost toppling both of us

A shiver of addrenaline sends me forward

At the end of the race there is no prize

I shot ahead for nothing

bragging rights are empty

Blades and shovels

 These were left on the course

Digging treasure for dreamers

they line up in queues

To get a piece of something

they saw someone else win

Big racks holding axes and shovels

they might as well be holding humans

For aren't we tools the lot of us

the more we do something the more we become that thing

Finally we retire being used less and less

These tools were left on the course

for cutting down trees

Digging holes

or just for someone's collection

Some of their blades still sharp

Easy to use

effective

others just blunt

but look powerful

And what are you?

Are you the shifter or the cutter?

Do you move things or cut them for your purpose?

Because there's no going back

Dog chasing guinea pigs

 A sense of control is all we need

Here there is none

Chaos rouses and ensues

from out of the bushes comes trouble

A four year old mixed breed black and brown dog

Sprinting the where the little guinea pigs are playing gleefully

Chasing them down until they stop and freeze like statues

while he sniffs them up and down

When the pause completely the dog is confused

He doesn't know how to respond

He sniffs though doesn't bite

He flinches then chases the next one

The grass under the pines 

A confusion of dashing mammals

Jarrad likes fun

 He pretended to have fun at the party
red drinks, cranberry probably
Dirty jokes, they were in the mood for
Jarrad fake laughed

Dimples and a widening smile
But no real feeling behind any of it
Alcohol worked slightly
made it easier to go along with it all

On his way home an authentic smile robbed his face
Not because the evening was spectacular
Not because he was relieved
But because he had liked pretending to have fun