so as time carves your destiny today
i too keep watch on your ledger
with every stab given for your pleasure
a hundred root children quickly vanish forever
my sturdy flesh has grown your kingdom
as a reward you massacre me instead
and while you count your monies happily
remember you too were made of clay
no hellos were said
we were both in pain i guess
no goodbyes spoken
balloons rise from the dumpster
gray tan rats tail long hairless
a human toe with eternal peace tag
on it
locked hair packed with spoken
sympathies that help not at all
corporate could not taint you
only made it to throw you out
from the land that have everything
we smoke a pipe if chaos
talking stick
dwindled down to shavings
you told them forever more
it’s just about the money
not about the skin tone
even my anointed kingly fathers
sold us out
the mud passage blocks time sludge in the machine forces the bolts from my spleen dead Russian turnips in the pot momma hollers from the top flop house seamstress to the stars of liquid sanctum dew drops fall and we are everything that never was
the mattress sags
bones lay silent
skin burnt dry
head in doubt
heart up ass
ringless fingers cross
non sequitur prayers
Leonard Cohen verse
cry for help
no tenderness brought
broken twice again
number seven gained
habit births vice
child repent now
kisses down throat
poisons swallowed slow
silence stares from the insides
of the old pile of sticks
on some mornings there’s the smell
of Cuban coffee and always
the stench of dying kidneys
on the streets
we shiver and sweat together
only appropriate credentials
get to play the martyrs
Desi yells at Lucy
at the exact moment the gates of hell
have broken loose
we all just hapless renegades
begging for a push
and even though it’s hard to walk
within our modern tomb
we postpone the end of life
one alveoli at a time
just a little peace
is all i want on this day
to rest quietly
today was a bitter day
i contemplate giving up
the people i love
have violated my trust
stomped my heart
spat in my courage
to all i said fuck you
in a moment of haste
i walked out to the street
not believing what they did
i suppose we are just human
Liberty i work with your poor
your huddled masses yearning
for something
my compassion and loyalty
dragged through the hell of your mouth
beat by the hate in your heart
and God
i feel alone
afraid
thy rod and staff
comfort no one
today was a bitter
confusing day
its become so very easy
to look the other way
but in the end
i couldn’t walk away
so God help me
as i walk into the fire again
i have not felt well for years it seems i started to see the ghosts in the trees and broken lemons on the ground at midnight the welts in psyche begin to throb and i get up to walk in our great metropolitan cemetary for the crematorium cleaners don’t show up till noon my eyes cast a glance unto the sea only to witness the horsemen looking for the premature broken seals littered there by pissed off angels with head bowed James Dean style i wonder if Eve is in heaven i see helicopters pointing spotlights on the damned while with each new grave stone painted on these walls my scars form roots and i wander less each time i see the carnage
born
under
the
sun
clean
warm
life
affirming
she
shows
her
face
unto
her
father
who
greets
her
star
with
nightingale
song
words less spoken 