you poured me in your cup but i never measured up to what you wanted from me or your dreams for my future. i can see– i can see from the Light behind my eyes that you never were a wise benign or humane creature. your mind was brutal. your heart was insane. you always took– always took more than you gave– breaking waves of hearts as you dug graves for a better Life and a better future. i complied for a while, consumed and defiled by your utility of…read more
date palms itchy qualms calloused palms book of psalms palmed dates love hates swanned lake locked gates heavy wait weighted words bated lips slim hips shallow sips losing grips unequivocally quizzical metaphysically mystical tangentially tragically Magic man his brawny arms his lucky charms his worldly-wise irish eyes time flies when you’re older bolder colder and wiser my green man my keen man just passing through devoting his view to the old the new the striving the thriving the weak the strong and the dying.
i’m so glad i got to see you. i’m glad you got to see me too. i’m glad we got to be here at the same time and space continuum, sharing precious oxygen as we throw punches and cry victim before we learn to fly. i recall my supple, perfumed skin wrapped tightly around my willowed arms, your half-closed eyes, your slow smoky grin. remember our hollow laughter, our prismatic eyes, tangled hair, and beseeching postures? see our resilient vulnerability? our tender bellies and our brittle hearts? see how they…read more
she used to bite her words but now she spits them out before they waste and rot in her mouth, landing in the earth and creating worlds that are better, taking pictures of the things you can not see, recording them in her book for eternity. she tugs light from the ground (it loses inertia) and gives birth to the beauty she delivers through the earth, becoming the air that we breathe and the things we perceive. pater noster, mater nostra, matron, mother– otras costas, patron, father bipolar polarity– Life…read more
every time we bounce our sunny buttery ball between us it shines brighter and BIGGER it gets bigger and BRIGHTER and sings in fuzzy buzzy yellow honey bee hums, “this is my love, my joy, my light” i see you –you see me– candy-flavored sun, spun of sunflowers, daffodils, and buttercups bubblingup to the surface and out into s p a c e, tugging me to the place that i belong, while the narrator narrates my life, speaking words of rites– words i’ve wronged….read more
Great Mother brought her deer to Life and Life said, “don’t make sacrifices for me. i don’t give you Life for you to take it or break it. it is for cultivating– not killing.” Great Mother bowed, pressing her head to the ground, and she said, “it is with profound gratitude that i accept this Life and live it to the best of my abilities. i will instruct the flowers and the trees to leave signal trails of my love and devotion for You. Life will be the message of…read more
i rowed my little boat, my little boat across the river. i forgot to ask– did you make it to the other side? i did, and then i drank, and then i drank the color of the sky through my hollow throat, and it sounded like Mother’s Milk, like Mother’s Milk, and it nourished all my bones– even the Past and the Present. the scavengers, the farmers, the warriors, and the goddesses– the devout, the sacred, and…read more
CHINOISE there was a path– it was a fecund path, a fertile path– and it waited, receptive, to a seed to be planted in its red and loamy soil. this was accepted. sometimes the seed ticced and spasmed– it frequently tremored, bouncing from Light particle to Light as it burgeoned with Life, striving for the Liberty to Thrive. that seed sprouted into limbs, head, and trunk, shrunken head, constellations of cells composed of granular memories of the limbs, heads, and trunks, trunks of lead, that…read more
we hear you plugging bullet holes with saccharine words and preposterous fables. that sticky resinous tar resonates with the wrong souls but consoles no one. I get even with you for getting even with me and vice versa, and conversely, in reverse–or the Other– way around. that’s what i’ve found– it’s always a round, circular argument, but even when I spurn you– you’re still part of me. holy spirit, Human, even the trees cast your shape in their shadows. there is death in life but there is life in death…read more
she’s in my house again, reading my books, drinking my tea, feeding my cat, speaking like me. i don’t invite her in. not consciously. she is not me. i’m over there— in the same chair— that she is. this is what puzzles and quizzes me… where does she start and i begin? how do her bones fit into my skin? my dark and baleful twin is awake when she sleeps but is still not enlightened. hush now, you napping storm, this is the fulcrum. it’s my turn to convey my…read more
