In Death -More or lessBefore I knew youI knew him.I was drowninginto a swelling Puddle of my ownRotten molten flesh. I had forgotten the limits From which I had broken free from.Overcome. And Outgrown, then. Bounds and criss-crossedLines in order to pull myselfOff the...
Standing still. Standing ovation. Scars haven’t healed. Fate has yet to be sealed. Still pouring salt in wounds. Blood trickles down, a little too soon. ...
In her corner, she spins thick spindles of thread. A web slightly above her own head. One that she has weaved and woven Below her feet is a ditch dug, six feet deep. In her corner, Arachne sews anger and solace, Boastfulness and rudeness had become her. And the stressed woman...
I found myself Sinking beneath the floorboards While you listened in -- Taking valuable information. Furthering the reach In which your hands could go. Taking your fingers As you would mold the clay Of my terra-cotta heart. You would shape it Upward to form A cone And you would press Your thumbs into it To unearth its center. The clay spins...
You stand within a corridor of several entries. Doors painted gold. They are without panes of glass Or ornamental calligraphy. Your hands conduct electric waves that vibrate when you touch them. The door reverberates like a holographical oil slick that turns to dust when you pull away. In your pocket, you hold three...
And the spear left her hands As it flew across the sky Swift like Lightning lifted from within her palms. Sparks had flitted towards her feet Bouncing across the concrete. She stood firm in her stance, Having shaken down another soul. Heavy and breathy, Her heart would always race at this part, As the point...
I touched the sky. For a moment, I was floating, Had my hands up in the air. Peter picked a Peter picked a pickled Peter Pan, Got me flying like a spaceman. Can’t see his wings But I know his wingspan Can reach beyond, What any Man could, Over mountains. Over oceans. Over sand. More than any Man has done before. Cause...
I’ve got this passion, for words and colors So deep under my skin That when I find myself Running thin, My hands beg for more Consistency. In my craft. In my chore. My center, Relentless. Restless. Released. And Found Letters outbound As the rhythm Rhymes and curls like purring from the Panther’s mouth. Silks layered and built, Quilted, Ironed out, So the potency of my verbs will Hit the crowd...
What did you wanna do? Before you met me? Before I met you? Did your bones shake? Did the rattle snake High with fangs Jiggle his belly in the air? As a beast. As man. Was it a mistake? Was it something that kept you awake At night? Dreaming desperately to delete A memory And replace it With one thing You could Fight for. Did...
There is a landscape That marks the crossroads of our hearts. Conclaves of little pickled elder memories That have been present for both you and me. Footprints left in mud After one has step up and above to find the promise-land that has now been flooded with a feeling. Not too sure of what it is we’ve been dealing. But the cards attest. They give us rest. Because...