the brittle bone of my hand no longer carries a force
as a boy it held the strong hand of my father
as a man that same hand carried a weapon of protection
the light in my eyes slips away slowly in salty tears
Quadrille
truth hurts
a broken trail of rotted crumbs was what i followed
leading to your golden bed too good to be truth
it all began with that voice i heard beautifully harmonious
when i realized wicked lies came from your poet’s lips
womb
good morning mother i’m inside of your womb this is
the first time that i’ve noticed it it’s blue with
gray cotton candy covering father Sun drenches me with Holy
Light and spindly arms grow strong my legs regenerated it feels good to be
mommy issues
it drips and mingles
marries with the blood
soothsayer to what comes
slashes through the confusion
of the heart ethics
of good and not
so much evil is
her delicious name i
a groupie of her’s
claimed soul punch the
mirror to break the
soul it’s cloaked in
tones of luke warm
vengeance clouded in the
wine and chemicals entwined
don’t need your knife
to stab my back
i can self destruct
in searing pleasure do
you know what love
is i didn’t think
so and words fall
from your corpsely lips
corrupting my intentions to
provide a safety switch
to the runaway train
that is my conscience
rage and anger exotic
sisters of pain and
trickery demons extraordinaire in
the doctrine of auto
annihilation i rebuke myself
turn to junkydom cliff
for Moses
coming out from the
wilderness to witness sky
pewters and silvers God’s
reaching to me i
hear a broken whisper
sliding down the rays
of blessed light night
waiting to spread her
wings over the trees
that will house His
knowledge gifted to us
horse of another color
when the black sky
squats on these shoulders
heavy full of doubt
and the feet tangle
in ropes of thorn
devil daughters their name
fear guilt shame rage
my pony not pretty
and soft big brown
eyes full of hope
dark horse my companion
to need
sometimes my convictions are
not enough to soothe
the pain of the
weight of life so
i go into my
closet dig in my
cardboard box where i
keep the rosary i
found in the mud
behind one of the
homes i grew up
he loves me not
i go away tomorrow
will you not love
me three times tonight
i’ll come again to
hold your hand but
we never know our
fate or luck and
if we come to
stay for a few
hours more then what
will change in us
for Sally and Giorgio
echoes in soft violet
the hem of your
second wedding dress off
to bury your soldier
and marry the promise
of loneliness which is
heavier now at the
beginning of your widowness
and the threshold of
motherhood the only joy
in your frozen heart
my two dollar Bible
words sacred
the world
commits fratricide
for and
over you
since the
Breath released
the first
prokaryote upon
Tierra’s face
to serve
as a
guide and
as a
fate to
one and
all souls
you and
i are
one in
kind my
dearest treasure
words less spoken 