vejo o reflexo da minha alma num espelho de facto a dor paira entre o sangue do coração e a electricidade ela olha para mim e aprendo que está tudo bem sentar-se em silêncio por vezes e apenas sentir através
vejo o reflexo
Loss
painful haiku
supple
like
iron
words
hard
as
redwood
branches
hand
heavy
with
hate
mbrazfield (c) 2022
i need
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
broken heart haiku
pale sand cold and wet
thoughts deep into the night sky
give me my heart back
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nothing quickly chasing me
swirling lava holy water
smoke eyes turn off
don’t look down up
or to the sides
don’t look in the heart
or speak to the breeze
hear for beats of far off drum
they’re marching inching to the end
maybe for the best
drips drops of pain
pictures of her
inside of him
innocent perhaps
but i’ll never know the truth
so yesterday was i
but understood
i promise you
the wider my smile
the stronger the pain
of where i think i see this going
edged cliff here i go
nothing quickly chasing me
haiku for Lou
almost
midnight
lipstick
gone
cigarette
smoke
melody
doo doo doo
*happy birthday Lou hope heaven is perfect and smack Andy and Dr. Seuss on the ass for me
dying calla lilies
quiet night traffic far away
every now and then a pup yelps
a wayward bird sings outside my bedroom tree
on book table black pressed wood
furniture of wayward youth
thrift store jar where my heart lives
a pair of dying calla lilies
representatives of shifts in life
into a phone i type feelings that should have been spoken many years ago
supple tender gentle were my hands
reaching up to the hearts of men
and discovered as i pulled back empty bleeding stumps that they had no love to give me
north beach
i dreaming on the couch
will meet you at Jack’s alley
doo wop were the days
when you let the voices out of their cage a movement of freedom
within the confines of infinite youth
all are welcome and there you go
climbing up the stair to heaven
on steps of words one atop another
city light bay we the beat and stray
hipster pharaoh usher to the generation drunk in experimental experience at night morning sober in stark madness
busses flowers LSD plus the three
i’ll wait in tenderloin scribbling
hieroglyphs on chewing gum wrappers catching whispers in the wind with flowers in my hair
paper cuts betwixt the webs of my hands
snap the jazz between the streets
my shoe untied my notebook knowing
that smile i do when missing you
RIP Lawrence Ferlinghetti
words less spoken 