Love

in the pink i cant remember

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fingers tinker on the boards

found objects on the floors

colors colors on your doors

in the pink i cant remember

chambers darker than one soul

running running out a door

pick me up and throw me down

the problem is my answer

prayers broken words of thoughts

the spider web whispers crawl

away i am so wounded

i create resistance by

demanding my compliance

in the pink i cant remember

all of my innocence

in the pink i cant remember

the shapes the songs the air

floating through in

Cadillacs

Yellow submarines and

Superman

in the pink i cant remember

voices ghosts and anamnesis

amongst the dying trees

of winters past

in the pink i cant remember

east Psalm

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beloved Father
all i’ve known
and You are still
and shut to me

the west claims
me through my
sickened blood and
terms so foreign

i long for You
to open wide and
take me from
this abstract place

so autumn now is
here again and those
who’ve gone i can’t
replace; they were never here

Father of the east
call to me and claim
me as i am with
sullied heart

the broken bones
of battles lost
and smiles tainted
with grief

oh Holy One
in lone direction
let the Kingdom
come at last to me

the wind at 6 a.m.

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i guess now i have to haul

ass on my own. my dog, my tree,

my home, my life. all put away,

in the chambers of my heart.

damn it woman. how can it go on?

i chase your scent, the ring in your

sound. the laugh in the rain, the pound

in your heart. and there i stand.

though broken i am not. i never said anything

to this thought. but you who made me whole,

when i said i could no more. you made me move.

in a direction in front of me.

the wind walks on rice paper. no trail of

you i see. footsteps in the river of

forgiveness washing me free, today and forever.

this is what you left for me.

as i sit alone in this bed of

my own humanity. i feel your touch of love

and there is a 6 a.m. in every hour. you are

in the sun, the moon, the stars, the fog.

you are in the laughter of my

sons and the tenderness of my daughters.

your steel of spirit in the doves on

city cables. in the potted sage.

put me in my proper place,

when you receive me in His kingdom.

until then coffee and cigs;

6 a.m. in life unrepentant.

-to Jane and Hank-

the pebble

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i keep the pebble in the hand
as a testament
to the revolt of feelings.
mere electrical currents
in the brain.

sometimes the pebble is placed down.
its weight can crush if the
heart is flighty with thoughts
and fancies void of substance.

as the pebble is looked at, it stares
back. forever with no smile
or frown or indication
other than it is a creation
of God.

borrowed from the universe
the pebble does not need me
as much as i need it.

bowing out

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the electricity is shut
and gone forever.
the eyelid dried out;
no more light will filter.
and the laughter lost
in a cave far down from here.

time was not enough dowry
to change the unchangeable.
i must be content with
having failed.

i, with no wealth of any
particular blue bloodline
could not offer you
anything other than
what God saw fit.

in the chasm
of the voices, it does
not really matter.
don’t employ any foreboding
on dejected smiles.

i wear my sin like a diamond

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i wear my sin like a diamond

please forgive me Son of Man

my soul is running away from me

my spirit has leapt off and is far far away

i wear my sin like a diamond

forgive me

the maggot in the wound brings clarity

at times

frail in discontentment

the argument is lost

i wore my sin like a diamond

as You hung by Your bones

against the cross

the die is in my pocket

my life the corner

where it rolled

i wear my sin like a diamond

my spear in my side

too close to close

forgive me Father

in words that are so true

i roll and roll

the eyes of snakes

i wear my sin like a diamond

Alpha and Omega

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my lover is fast

manipulative

expensive

mean-

but when my lover is in my bed

my lover has an addicting sweetness

filling the worm holes in my soul

with the light of the stars

under God’s feet

my lover curls my toes with delight

my lover licks and suckles universes

in and out of my body and mind

i never knew existed

my lover’s almost vapory fingers

massage me

penetrate me

in luscious blinding ecstasy

swirling my very breath

in orgasmic space travel

past the Nebulae

that are yet to come

i simply believed

that i loved my lover more than anything, ever

that the continents could fall below me

that Satan himself could drag me

into the molten pits of Hell by my guts

i didn’t care as long as my lover was there with me

on my arm

or at least have my lover close enough

where i could sniff their tarty scent

they got under my skin

i lost control of myself

i lost the life

that i would like to have gotten accustomed to-

and i almost lost my soul, forever

gravity

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gravity bends light

punishes it

forces the very substance of life

within it and without

so here i sit

i am alone amongst a sea of people

whose thoughts and beats in their heart

are dark and unbent

untouched by fire or lightning bolt

there is no gravity

that bends them to action

to feel the orgasmic scorch

of that flicker from the God

their punishment is different

they are free

nothing bends them

nothing molds them

not a thought

or a ray of golden light

wrought by guidance

free to die in the breeze

in the forest of artificial sight

unbent

untouched

unharnessed by love

gravity pulls me

from the forest of them

from the shore of that sea

gravity tugs me

and when she angers

catapults me into a place

of where light brands

the cells in my blood

so i can express

to the daughters of fire

in the mid of night

where there are no numbers

a star is trillions of steps from me

i have been walking forever

and have not left this field of flesh

and in so being captive here

gravity

becomes the father of my children

tends to our walking

steadily toward the goddess

the star

her name is faith

and i am still

courted by the sea

coming of age

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gravel crunches underfoot

trees wave their lofty branches

a quiet rainy morning

winds talk through wild baby hairs

fingers reach to grasp the hand

of the teacher pall bearer

noting silence in the throat

lightning swiftness in the gait

knuckles bursting from the skin

betwixt right now and ever

the breeze states through woman locks

sorely peering through the glass

explicit emotions exploding through the tongue

knowing she is scarcely done

in walking through her wreckage