silence
Feminine Strength
Mary’s death
just one day
enough to sniff
the air around
said Mary
one night more
to tell them
i love them
wept Mary
i see birds
in the clouds
where the sun
pauses Mary
looks at me
with golden eyes
away i walk
gasped Mary
Nile
Nile was a girl gaze tragic like a Neil Young song mother as Nile called her had a name like a thunder storm soon the girl went astray in the world sleeping in the woods of the county jail mother didn’t want her little child hurt answering her calls after the pimps tore out her hair and by the morning stars Nile would soon depart to wander through the sidewalks of those evil streets before her momma could feed her breakfast with a broken heart the moon keeps the clock of the hours she’s gone mothers eyes swirl with the pain of knowing her daughter will never return
stoic
the magnolia trees
with hearty roots
ripping through sidewalks
i walk with empty hand
your face grey eyes fedora
button down vintage shirt
Dickie pants a reall bad ass
appears to me like a mirage
me a sick old girl
grown leathery tough
round my ages
im astonished how easy
its become to not give a fuck
when the Los Feliz sun my face kisses
then a mouthy bird with riot chirps
suck me back among those trees
those quiet late dark nights
when in your car
id give you head
pleading in my heart
youd love me back
yet as years
travel on my breaking soul
your face that i use to adore
is just as stoic as ever
the flicker
the damp cold of the night
stuck to faces like wet tissue paper
in the alley where we smoked
being cool knowing all
i saw the flicker
invisible the signal
i shrugged it off
as too much alcohol
just the same
the flicker was there
tiny sparks of anguish
her eyes flashed
like wings on fireflies
then she slept
i took some steps
toward her head was brick
vomit eulogized the space
shoes torn and taped simultaneously
her wig tarry straw
7 of her fingernails fungused raw
morbid were my thoughts
approaching her in wonder
sounds escaped here and there
from her cavernous mouth
two lips as if she wore black licorice
upstairs above us
a hipster whistled
dark is the night he tweeted
the holy 18:28 she repeated
both bowed our heads to the flicker of our fate
anonymous alcoholic
dawn
it starts
bitter thoughts regurgitating
that’s how it begins
spinning gusts of pain appear
that hold me down to drown
fighting back the need to kill off
those words that bind the lies that shelter
self rage bitterness destruction hatred sadness anger doubt trepidation
until the moon in the inky sky releases the essence
of suffering to dreams pulling me deeper into putrid wading pools
struggling to stand on my two feet i raise fists in victory
i like to watch a woman
i like to watch a woman eat
so much of the female fate
deciphered by her rhythmic jaws
i like to watch her chew her food
she is grateful for the bounty
of the bite she thanks
her Jesus in her thoughts
i like to watch her throat roll down
the morsels of her offerings
sliding down to nourish
the body that will surely
have to fight again
satisfaction haiku
heart
golden
it
glows
drinking
light
of
rising
sun
smoldering
lips
coo
wombs of my mountains
wind you know where i am alive and unforgotten time and i walk through the valleys and canyons made by trinity God Spirit and the son of woman wind you know how my throat wails in melody somber prayer joyous praise to you the wind that batters me uprooting my seedlings pulling sacrifices from the wombs of my mountains wind after birth soother cleansing sin away your breeze sister gentle cool draped in the blue of sky anoints the lips of the child with psalms and holy noise if only she could remember to return home
HAPPY NEW YEAR BELOVED ONES
words less spoken 