#NaPoWriMo

She waits for us

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no answer is also an answer

🦅 Hopi Proverb

to stare into the blank horizon

it lacks the pastel colors mother used to love

we the silent types proud and self assured cowards or lost fools

makes very little difference

to tighten my jaw as you purse your lips we know what we are thinking

we have no answer for what is happening to us

all we are not willing to admit that She is critical because of our silence

are we prepared for what comes this way as Her pulse tires and slows

the silence without bird songs is the vilest way to perish

no cocktails at Sharon’s barn

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An Crann

By Nuala Ni Dhomhnaill

Do tháinig bean an leasa
le Black & Decker
do ghearr sí anuas mo chrann.
D’fhanas im óinseach ag féachaint uirthi
faid a bhearraigh sí na brainsí
ceann ar cheann.

Do tháinig bean an leasa
le Black & Decker
do ghearr sí anuas mo chrann.
D’fhanas im óinseach ag féachaint uirthi
faid a bhearraigh sí na brainsí
ceann ar cheann.

wls’ interpretation

do that thing beans and greens

leave the vacuum at the door

do get me anise more crunch please

Delfina’s husband i’m not on it

Agnes’ feather chains contribute

to Fina’s husband’s bad urethra

Le’faida ate at Barragan’s while suffering

terrible waves within the brain

Celine’s dress can at times be archetypal

do that thing you do with swing

and kiss me hard dear Lisa

put black peeper on the floor

did Gary travel from Uranus

more charisma please Ms. Shirlee

du’waana go to Sunland

i’m searching for some air and group

the disco club where walls are surreal

ok no brainer i understand

no cocktails at Sharon’s barn

brink

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it’s no good
i’m dubious should i or not
i took a walk around and around
inventoried the lost opportunities
of finding myself
Billie Holiday laments
and so do i
good morning heart ache she asks
i follow in a raspy girl whisper
what’s new
had i been a raconteur
would i had made a difference
in the mind that crazy hapless ass
i trudge a long time
exhausted
questioning
and as if by sheer exhaustion
the conclusion that i have no control
is reached

sanity

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old monkey
sunshine of my heart
companion of my dull soul
make my spirit rise to the rouge skies
green vested like a tree you are so dear to me pink cheeked noisy silly boy only voice of reason in my head when everything in my news screen turns red

mbrazfield (c) 2020

emancipated bird

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these days some short some long these nights redemption lost taken somewhere far on the beaks of three little birds

when the mind is placed in a certain situation we recall and cherish when our feet were our carriage like when we shared my only bed

and holding onto to what we had was all that we needed being devoured by the light of your energy

but all i’ll ever have are those three blackbirds you bought when you went away

LA girls can channel A. Ginsberg too C19/2020

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their bodies as tired as my mind are a conglomerate of recycler rim shop churches and everything is gated and stifled as the spirit of the child i’m looking for chain link fences rent free beautification of Western Avenue top $ cash paid open we buy metal Medicare Part D appears almost as much as “Jesus Saves” i’m in on all of these treasures that no one takes the time to look at i still cannot find my girl i always stop at 13 seconds i ask

Iglesia cristiana el remanente fiel testimonial Cathedral and Christian school Church of God in Christ iglesia pentecostés primer amor next to the color TV by RCA motel that is open 24 hours Sermon on the Mount Bronco motel on the corner of Western and 55th United African church marked up by the 55 kids crew and all the horny husbands whose wives are left alone demand a price menu for my most exquisite lips

night flows cold nerves exploded at the tips Chinese laundry out to dry the sky the stars turn off one by one and birds are sinking under mud blue gods of the century turn west and all along the mountain lightning stops to cry the purple mud dies on the day of war maroon worms climb up no legions loom and the resurrection is postponed because of my ignorance

that is cast over the horizon of sanity

and the expectations of the rules

these chains are only invisible

and a prayer will break them through

the secret in plain view

in front of those scared eyes

the more decent we become

the harder they will come

truth continues to stay stuck

3000 years ago

evolution in an isotope

is not the way i go