Under Pressure

Storm swelling
Prison cell
Accumulating ammunition
Bunk-mate derision
Jaws-of-life or a knife
Contemplating escape
Another murder
A murder/suicide
Push Pull Pound
Fists through bars
Mindmuck misanthropy
Viral decay

The coming day of freedom will
bring a violent release
The next named storm of the season on
every news station in town

I’ve always known him as
Bill
He was just another neighbor
A husband A father
He used to cut our grass

Nobody knows what broke that man
I guess eventually
your fuse just runs out

- BOOM -
and it’s over.

Phone Call

… I know
I miss you too…
Last night was some funky-junk wasn’t it
We fucked the word fuck a new meaning
torn tangled scratched & screaming
Your nails left staggered syllables of your writhing
across my back
slapped tracked marked & bleeding

My lats are sore, No
My cats are doing fine
I said my lats
Those large back muscles that pulled me deeper into you
Felt like a Viking rowing over roaring seas
Plundering
Pillaging
Battle horns were blaring
I cared enough to save you - love
Or the Norse gods were on your side

Either way…
I miss you, Just
doing laundry today
… not much

Faith

The world is good, I’m sure of it

Yes - I know it bites and it has ugly dog days
There’s too many salesmen on too many porches
vending crapcakes & shitbars out of trenchcoats & backpacks
And too many militia self-appointed as saviors
under flags of crude stitching from the hairs of those beheaded
And too many theories
And too many formulas
I’m giving  X  a zero & negating them all
- don’t even know if that’s valid -
but too much explanation just fucks up the Pretty

 So I’m telling you this now

- The world is just good -
See a smile See a child
Spend a moment joined in laughter
Just simple it all down
Turn off your kitchen light
Tie the trash up in its’ bag
Open every window wide and
Let your house breathe

Feel the winds of Faith rush in.

Memories

oncewewere
i thinkiwas
i thinkyouwere
whenwefirstmet
so youngandfrail
of smiles and thrills
of skininskin
new sinsconnected

i thinkiwas
i thinkwewere
inclosetooclose
youme youme
when once we were
but   sooner     became
a           memory              kept
for              days                  like                  these

- from Death

from Death
in magnificent capacity
with vigorous tenacity
brought forth and placed here
at our feet
this blessing

the promise of a
swelling soul

Reduction

I bet you still sleep on the
right side of the bed with
cold sweats & shivers waking you
    up now & again

I bet you still reach for the
rind of my body
wanting to peel your way into the
    fruit of my soul

Your drug, I always have been
What will you ever do without me ?
Your addiction already reduced you
    Look at you - you filth !

Love or lovely demon
Frenzied little-one accurst
I see you now in the slops of hell
    And pity you at your worst.

Risen vii

I have come here now to be with you
I have escaped through the barbed wire fencing
I have eluded the high night watchmen
I have snaked through the grass on my belly
I have swam through swamps of shit & piss
I have doffed my tattered clothing
I have cleaned up nicely to be with you
I was down
I have risen

Reclaim me.

Risen vi

Proper Sunday best
Not an empty seat left in the House
Elbow to elbow along the walls

The good Reverend and his choir
Preach from the hip
Sing from the gut
The congregation praising &
proclaiming
absoluteness

Room to dance
Room for hands to
exaggerate an angel’s flight
Exaltations
Elevations
Not a single soul left grounded

When the choir hits Hallelujah
Half the city block explodes

    He has risen
    Glory, Glory
    He has risen
    Hallelujah

Risen iv

I was there at your birth
begging you to breathe
And you did
And we cried for the
first time
together

I was there when you
spoke
begging you to stretch those
sounds into
words
And you did
And we smiled

I was there when you
thought you could
stand
And you did

I was begging you to
hold on

I was afraid
you might
fall

And you have
And I’m here
And I’m begging you
Sweet child
to Rise

And you will

I’ve seen you
do it all
before.

Risen iii

The innocence of you
stirs from sleep
with hums & purrs
and overtones sweetly
pitched in fifths of
morning’s wavering roots

A prelude to an opus
I’ve entitled: The Rise Of You

Risen

It’s a time of
rising
The volumes of the
city
The early songs of
nature
My body from its’
ashes

Rise again
slowly
A feeling of
recovery
A new freedom
found
From the shed of old
skin

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The Palm of Your Hand

I have no fear of Death
I’m cupped in comfort in the palm of your hand
The winds aloft swirl violently above me
Your blood’s in magma flow below

Maintaining root, I bloom here often
A valley of one in elysian peace
But clench your fist if I should wrong you
And the palm of your hand becomes my grave.

- poetry

poetry
she awakens me
it wasn’t a dream
after
all

Daydreaming

It’s best to let someone talk
when they’re hurting
So I didn’t say much,
I just sat there and
listened to her…

" My thoughts don’t dance when I miss him…
  When we're together  - yes, they do
  They dance, they twirl, they get
  giddy and lose balance…
  But when I miss him
  they seem to retract to the corners,
  reside in the shadows of uninviting places…

    - Is there a color for Hope?
  I saw yellow once
  but it was only a flash…
  I wound up staggered,
  left eddied in its’ residual…

    - I want to have Hope, I just
  don’t know where to grasp…
  Maybe in the summer - yes!
  I’ll see him in the summer…
  Summer is always filled with
  long flowing yellows… "

And with that, there was silence
And eventually…  daybreak
Without changing an expression
her head fell towards the sun
  She was the light
  She was a shadow
She was a neutral state of Beauty
entering daydreams filled with color
desperately detached from
black-n-white.

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Mother's Hands

I held her hands as a child
I had to reach up for them
Sometimes I stretched so high my
feet left the ground
Little skips or flying over puddles
Over bugs
Sometimes I think
I even pulled her down

I shoved them away as I got older
Sometimes I shoved so hard they
must have felt broken
and bruised
I never turned around to
see how she was
I never asked if she was hurt
I never offered to help

Those hands never quit on me
They kept reaching out
to lift me over troubles
to help me take flight
They healed from my abuse and
came back stronger
Time & time again
They kept coming back

Sometimes I dream I’m lying in a field
There are no flowers
No wind in my hair
No sky up above
No hills, no valleys
The field is made smooth
no matter where I lie

Just smooth,
And a comfort
of perpetual warmth.

Highlights

Nothing but the past right now
Old cards
Memories
Mementoes

I tried to highlight the
words you wrote that
meant the most

I was blinded
by
yellow

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Bloom

New flower
now
I see you bloom

With all my heart
loud
When with words
fresh petals perfume
& scream your name

Love !

Was there
ever
anything
else?

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Describing Beauty

Every artist ran to their craft
the moment she entered the room

Beauty blended blithe musings
   music to poems
   poems to paintings
   paintings to sculptures
   sculptures to dance
Inspired silence
Caught up in her draft

She left us
still undefined.

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Truth

the Truth is, Truth is transient
Glorified Beliefs on mobile pedestals

the Truth is, Truth is preceded by
parades of doubt before it’s declared

the Truth is, Truth’s getting smaller
Quarks & photons now oscillating strings

the Truth is, Truth is a liar
I used to love you, now I couldn’t care

Truth is oblique
Truth’s a ghost made of sulfur
Truth’s a spiral
a maze, an implosion

the Truth is, I have
no idea what the Truth is
Maybe, the Truth
just isn’t

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Snow

Come to me on a Sunday morning in Winter
Come from a traveled distance I’ll never know
Come through winds & depths of snow
  that’ve withered your smile
  and weighed upon your boots

  Flushed & famished
Keep coming to me
As the howling wolves pick up your scent
Keep coming to me
As your heavy steps crack the thin ice
  Keep coming to me

I will be waiting for your brumal whisper
I will be anxious to lighten your load
I will reclaim your ice-blue heart
from Winter’s grip & Calamity’s bluff

I will be waiting
Keep coming to me
I will be patient
Keep coming to me
I will be holding the
  first days of Spring
  for the sweet sight of you
Keep coming to me

  And as you arrive
See the hillsides melt
Feel the crisp air soften
Hear the cracklings of thaw
  Know that you are home
And good love’s still waiting
In the last drift of snow
In a depth you’ll never know.

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