not all spirits were meant to be part of an entourage my hand says
apostate’s haiku
eating my words [xii]
steinfranken
black rainbow katchina
post med
there are days not my legs are weak i walk i walk around the city there’s Christmas in my head and the juvenile prophets have an extraordinary urge to tag just any old word on the city walls there are days but i just walk for the sake of walking i have a difficult time noticing the birds because of the writing on the walls and the writing on their face tells the story of how we got to be in this place there are no cherry blossoms no peach trees no lemonade stands this is reality or a reality
all is possible
love knows no color
trees more tender than man’s heart
let’s open our minds
adentro
mirror in my eyes
i haven’t seen in years
there’s been a silent blindness
blocking off my sight
the heart she braces
my inward glance
poppies gold and red
flicker in the wind
a lock of tender hair
across my face
a smile greets the come what may
pupil to pupil reflecting back
truths in simplicity
hemorrhaging thought
this thing inside the mind has lost the path of where its from chromosomes in a situation room in outer space the Earth has crowded me
shit really he says the days of roses haunts me the road to stray is right outside are you sure about that picking sage and ask permission BB King i heard you holler Lucille my love
strings flap churning trains of thought wishes prayers gone amok by the howling wolf in a poet’s dream the sting of death follows me pluck one then two then three the boy won’t ever find me until he looks inside of him there i will beat pulsing with the flow of light
the brave his horse and an AJ brick building
when i was
in a room 1942 there i stood walking slow lights aglow in silent agony
across my street i heard the feet of the walkers in the dark
my eyes they’d dart inside and out of those walls that did contain me
on my lips a hunger creeped that caused my throat to scream in silence
and in these halls the books do hold the history of everything
my arms they mourn that he is gone away from the safety of my hold
and in this home i live alone because outside there stands the lie that is the bane of my existence
words less spoken 