waking spirit
joy haiku
the faint line of cheeks
his giggle drifts through the screen
cartoons at mom’s house
processing. c
processing. b
processing. a
standing ash haiku
i
love
my
womanliness
beautiful
ferocity
in
my
words
handwritten
walls beige and rainbow
thoughts amulets news casts
codes hushed by traffic
sometimes theres eyes awake
forever saluting the sun
prayers in LA dialect
if you know signs
if you dont why
music pain laughter light
mayhem fun petty crimes
stop sometime look above
release the delusional wish
tarmac
loopholes
there’s no silver lining in this urban city sky but we do have loopholes in the contract of our life where we feel the happiness
drip
it starts in a flash
we never notice here because
its expected that we agree
to live like this without
complaint and a dosed smile
to be docile and meek
sometimes with fanfare great they
come inspect frown tear up
leave talk into microphones their
grief that its come to
this and then get rushed
to mansions before dinner time
words less spoken 