gold hot life
resurrection giver
to sleepy weeds soon turned to flowers
spread queenly ample ultra violet thighs across asphalt parking lot
and in betwixt the cracks of crowded city streets
there too there is growth
nurse mother Sun antiseptic in your love
disease and sorrow annihilator
You smile and wrap around my shoulders through my sagging window
and i thank you
it had been there
just around the corner
behind my left shoulder blade
it stayed through threshold
of the neo natal dawn
new like a kitten’s innocent purr
it was there quiet
like the other side of the edge
of that one last breath
it was there like Los Angeles smoke
silent thick cryptic with danger
then it showed itself to the mirror
of my soul
it moved as a molasses crescendo
choking me
too many door knobs closets
reminders silent distant
but hard hitting cold blade
walk past the hall red couch
sit i do heaved tear monsoons
afraid no more an impossible miracle
chest tight bruised palms
from the terror
vetting contingency plans of how not to let it loose
it rises steady
flows through the air like lightning
symphony
shake well my soul on fire the water gone our words all liars cartoon Sunday morning blues grew up soon code red the rings of things evil we loved you but let’s not forget should not idolize because we’ll fall down first shake well into the eye of the pitch silent universe until the concert of the dawn is birthed with hallelujah meanwhile on Hill and First we cling to silly cardboard laws which are mathless in nature therefore null and void among the Let Us
pain
you hang
there like a
hidden stain just underneath
the fragile layer of a
strained mind tormented by you so
help me God if i forget the
alchemical pacifier to keep you satisfied when will
you let me be at times i feel the
joy of any human soul and other times i muster
that stiff upper lip and paddle up the stream with my
own arms on a rice paper raft tied with uncertainty a compass
with no dial and as i look into the arms of setting stars
i drink a breath of victory and pound my chest in good measure but
when my feet sink through the mirage of fortitude of the tenuous craft i see
you flailing back at me and treasure found in my chest of peace engulfed by oppression
early cool breeze by the frame she sits
quiet eloquence green windows into mystic grooves
in the presence of the Queen bow i must to pick her up
for morning supper tired she is up all night
catching gnats and only witness to falling stars
time does not exist
walls beige frames colorless
scent not sweet stale
conditioned to 74 degrees
bed metal electric cold
fitted with buttons gauges
noise white with warnings
bleeps bings some hisses
faded aqua marine curtain
surrounds me wrists tied
down the hall polite
whispers then a wail
exploding through antiseptic hall
like Fourth of July
ceiling bland dusty vents
TV monitor spills lies
no music exists here
in and out they
come one after the
conversation bobs up and
down indecision open wide
my eyes now it
begins to lift the
fog how did i
