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
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
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
revolutions will ultimately fail because we have an ego
animals have beautiful coats because they didn’t bite the apple
at first view i sparkled like a sinking blade in the sullen opal ocean
coming closer into the blinding dark a she Sun rose
open there i was to the cataract lens of luminescent death gaping mouth uttering finally nothing
my armored scales resplendent no more were plucked away with the dance of she wind’s torrential hair while absence in my marrow was shivered
my bones were to be the same of Jonah’s host and handler
prophet spitter
the hooks have gotten thicker
on the surface of my mind
words less spoken 