Each step on the road I take,
Each step on this line of blood,
A bullet point on the list of suffering
-if only I could understand Continue reading “to give away”
Now, that yesterdays peel away like sunburnt skin,
the scent of rain softens my angry, sharp-edged soul
My veins of river water, my clay flesh, my bones made of sin
pulled by the undertow of the past, a puppet of confusion, sorrow Continue reading “no backup disaster”
A proto-poem
On storm scented days, the sky was populated by grey warbirds
their feathers consumed the bright, with lightning and rain for words
On war scented nights, all stars joined into a sonorous roar
to shatter the million poisonous bits making up its dark core
It’s a book of tradition, a tale of sorrow,
like the snake on the mighty apple tree,
like a river of time, cutting through
generations of living flesh and mind.
With my arms behind my back,
bound with past beliefs and moral
I took pride in this mold of duty.
Safely hugged by those chains, Continue reading “native tongue”
1) talk
2) tears
3) TIME
the template was destined to be wrong.
It took me decades to see why.
history of mistakes added up to delusion
alien failures became domestic madness Continue reading “3Ts”
2) Tears
I am made of ocean breeze and sea spray,
a sliver of eternal mutability at heart,
I’m the erratic riptide on rocks of fire, Continue reading “3T”
is a hotel room I have no memory of
is a layer of discarded skin and dust
is a patched-up-river of cut movement
is my daydream sewed together into
something comprehensible and real
more genuine and true than the actual day Continue reading “numb”
I see my world in a different light
by the flash of a blade’s bright
new eyes to look at my old bruises’n scars
assembled in new constellations and stars Continue reading “in times like these”
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