back in the day of orange koolaid and Brady Bunch dreams candy cotton and carburetors diamonds pills and fancy ladies the news and no direct tomorrow TV dinners multiplex sorrows mop top slinky singer crooned in silky voice to the effect of time having no patience but i don’t blame those frigid tocking ticker arms because i’m a slow floating feather from a city bird molting from the Eiffel Tower statue sitting on any trinket shelf on Hollywood boulevard and through the fibers of the strain i struggle float away slowly in a deafening rage tickling the balls of all those who pose to be the royal peacock
Author: mbrazfieldm
doulas
sand dunes gray breathing quietly the wind caresses smiles on them like new born babies
those who witnessed the sunrise shiver slightly humming and blessing the horizon their hands usher a new voice
mothers with strong courageous hearts the most sacred foundation for the tiny roots to rise
washing off the stubborn stains of ignorance and calcified time
paving plowing and clearing paths where God and water there do clash and angels become mothers
late at night (b)
Sunday with Hank
pain without reason you said i understood immediately but Hank aren’t we born into this situation
forever we seek to understand is pain the ultimate secret knowledge Hank you’re there with Buddha is that what he found
women understand but in the end we are all human what’s between our legs is incidental
i’ve stood on city sidewalks on the streets you’ve lived on and everything is the same the rat race is quiet in most places
i love watching the angels downtown we are a rainbow of gray brown and black
some in the name of ethics money and pretense call it trauma or grieving or processing events
to be beat raped tortured sodomized insulted belittled ignored and cast aside drugged whipped lied to and left to die some of us in shame and lies in the most dangerous of nuclear families
Hank you’ve been away from me remember DeLongpre i used to stay there too and how many more places we have been it’s been so very long
your thoughts and absolute surrender to the madness of our lives you painted beauty in it’s natural form although it wasn’t what they thought
hey baby since you’re up there in the clouds can you ask the Main Man for me when you aren’t too busy now
if the reason for our mortal pain is so we will seek Him out
the water
i cannot bend the water she has a linear will
looks inside my burning soul and snuffs the air from me the water will not bend as black clouds drenched in loss soak up the golden lights
the acids in the wicked hearts will never bend as well they only carve out empty space for bloody floods to fill
i cannot bend the tiny drops forming round my eyes while walking on a ground that screams for me to grind it down
industry analysts of war cell phone master fighters possessive of the scores
i won’t ever be able to bend the water the lusciously maddened by her waves we hunger for some more it’s best to surrender to her cleansing bosom and evaporate into the sandy dunes
gradually
purple lotus scent
the moon doesn’t hide tonight
see the change in time
between grain
there where its black where the seed of my humanness lies where the perpetuation of original sin will continue through my blood line is a photograph
the lens there in is primordial foggy unclear muddied we pick up debris while traveling through the cosmos
in between grains of ink and exposure the sum of me looks for what we all don’t know what to look with
the photo is of a bright yellow God holding me in God hand such as a molecule of mercury can not be contained
and God laughs and rejoices beyond the pale of mere creature understanding the drive when my flash goes boom
how
the things that are not going anywhere in the tunnels of this life
hands tired how to explain the whys of it all
roads paved with loss hey not everything is a party take time feel her out look in eyes that have never cried for herself
what about the cramp in the gut are we starved disgusted crazy or lost
how did we get here were we tricked how in the name of freedom and doing good did i give up the bond to my soul in a most obscene way
how can i teach my brother to fish how can my brother relish what’s his if he is severely sick how can i teach my sister to fight and feel out her heart if we both have to be vetted and protected from each other
traces
the sun she’s sinking down to party in the valley rolling hills full of tumbleweeds thoughts broken desperate for context if only if only if only then there is Sardinia and a dipped toe by a drunken uncle long ago here on the city of angels there city of giants i dig like a gopher i bleed like an ulcer who am i really its no fun to lose your Rhesus at the moment of the light but it has nothing to do with monkey politics i dare say i have no more lice to give
Martin’s song
spiritual hear
the march in our blood listen
dont let our dreams die
words less spoken 