intertwined are we today was hard my black sister drunken on the couch where life grabs hold and won’t let go intertwined are we me in my sea of clinical tricks to pluck the splinter from your broken shattered heart intertwined are we today we sparred my yellow sister sad and lost sick of it all you cry within your soul me with idiot pen instructing you to just sign here and here intertwined are we my dear brown sis your laughter hides the rage of voices in your head tormenting the peace from your inner self i can only smile and praise your strength knowing that tomorrow night there’s a chance your spirit dies intertwined are we the nights linger like the cigarette on your busted lips quivering from meth and shame from the time of birth til the time of death you walk in the weave of that shadow in that valley the good book warns us about i follow your stride into the caves of the damned you hoping i go away i knowing that this was my launching place before intertwined are we
the clouds layered gray throughout this day watching coupled hands clasped in love tender are their eyes looking forward to a future who won’t surrender to their whims the old ones long ago bereft of their lover look the other way
i need rest from love its worn me out and dragged me down i need to not hear lies or praises that don’t come deep from the heart i need to recover my peace my sense of self gather back my secrets hide behind a safety veil i need to leave and lay in a desert field with sand and rocks the lizard kings and the sun i need to watch the moon and knit myself a coat of light to lift me where i need to be cuddled between the arms of freedom
around here we radiate from the inside we laugh because crying would mean shedding and giving out with laughter we bring breath in around here the afterwinter doesn’t fully unfold yet the night and day in mid summer dreams can be very cold and far away a never ending road of rocks and thistle around here we build and tear down when it becomes necessary in essence we always build around here time does not matter and the Constitution is a gamble
I don’t smoke anymore. I don’t pay attention anymore. I don’t do much anymore. Anymore matters not to anyone. It’s been about two weeks. There is a foggy dream pricking at my waking reality. There is a politeness as to not give away who I am, and who we are, and what we are not made of. Orion’s Belt has lost another Queen Sister. Look up, see? The castle shines less than it did about fourteen days ago.
Sitting next to me, he, young and professional talked to you about developing a plan for hope. Sitting next to me, your cracked yellowed fingers, stiff like frankincense resin, shuffled through your last official systematic memoir, but he and I didn’t know. Did you know? Or did you know you couldn’t go on? Your blue framed reading glasses made of plastic were spotty and needed a scrub. Your skin ashy and hair matted into a bun, those fingers searching for that someone who told you that you were fine so that we could tell you too
We met on St. Valentine’s, you tried with all of your might on St. Habet-Deus and laid yourself to rest on St. Alvaro’s soiree. Yet, when the old timer hard core practicing apostles hailed St. Polycarp, I stood looking at the west atop the building’s nest with my back to your door sealed by the authorities of science and service.
Charlie grew weaker from the old 1940s window pane i’d hear him then one dusk in September nothing a few days passed i rummaged the building’s trash casually looking for unexpected art supplies it seemed Charlie’s kin tossed out everything that he possessed and of no advancement for them pedigreed relatives yet in my quest for treasure troves i found from Ohio an old Glessco bottle