not all spirits were meant to be part of an entourage my hand says

not all spirits were meant to be part of an entourage my hand says


love knows no color
trees more tender than man’s heart
let’s open our minds
revolutions will ultimately fail because we have an ego

animals have beautiful coats because they didn’t bite the apple
sun comes through the glass
like an angry cop posse
love imprisons me
cold war in his eyes
rain falls up thunder strikes me
in the heart only
i don’t drown much now
Spring street comes alive tonight
hands unclasped we move
we
wrestle
wildly
without
words
willfully
wrong
when
woeful
wasting

time you’ve stained me long
relentless secretary
how much more to go
one drop of time is
all i need to tell you that
i love you deeply
my city she loves
the kids and all that they are
they have voices too
