in dreams i can see inside of Zimmy’s head if i wipe my third eye i can hear the wind blowing in the waterfall if i stand on one leg i can tell how many eons the mountain will take to swim in the ocean in my delirium he asks me “well what did you see green-eyed one?” on my back i groaned the tiny crabs rise from their crevices i tremble as their tiny feet tinkle in the sand wiping my eyes with the tears of Mary i am overcome by the opening of the cave as if the Hand did unseal the jar to anoint me with freedom
FREE VERSE REVOLUTION writing prompt
cocoon
February, in a place where there is no time
but to waste
you, two young soldiers kept at bay
by a raggedy county tax funded white veil
there, between the cold and the colder concrete bed
lays a baby butterfly
ready to take flight, transforming, shaking off its earth,rising from its origin towards the hand of God
i envied your horizontal stance
but from my wretched vertical position
winced at what might have been your life
a supernova worm
before a thousand suns and so many many other moons
rivers crossed and coins spent
but wings are in their stead
mercy tipped love arrow and light
cleansing, beautiful,wondrous light
no more ripping of your worm cloak
like such
i, still in my lateral hoax left to rot
for summers more
good bye, good bye, good bye
words less spoken 