The Myth of Time

One day we will look back to those daysIced tea in our hands;something to cool our veins as our blood races home.One day we will look back,nothing in our palms but webbed lines that point home,but home is empty and the chickens didn’t come home to roost,the hearth is cold and the ashes were blownContinue reading “The Myth of Time”

Rain For The Wicked

I don’t ask much of the universeDon’t pour libations,nor face the eastern sun,or the western wind-in salutation . I don’t ask much of the universe,don’t stay a while to listen to the trees sing,or the rain clean.The leaves have turned without me seeing,stomped on caterpillars that hoped to be butterflies. I didn’t ask much fromContinue reading “Rain For The Wicked”

Do you love me now

Praised him for his yellow roundness,the way he brightened their universe.A huge spectacle made of his presence,surprising how thin the line between adoration and hate is And sometimes he wished he wouldn’t riseThat he would dwindle and in the darkness-his ashes would be lost in the abyss . Look how the sun,how it dances forContinue reading “Do you love me now”

Solitary

For loneliness was when I stood aside and watched the peace that filled the room.Locked out I resulted to the glass,looking in,Love a fruit I wanted washing down my throat to my cells. Pain a thorn forever on my side;I let it fester,watching the pus and swelling,.Even the flies find a home,and I can’t. IContinue reading “Solitary”

Bury

Your problems are a corpse,bury it.Your traumas are a dead dog,bury it.Your short-comings are radioactive,in metal vaults , bury them! Bury them,bury themDig eight feet down,too far to reach down,bury! In the unsuspecting dawn,the earth quakesAll buried zombies arising,tramping on rotting daisies,you buried undead things! At the height of noon,under the beating sun,they find theirContinue reading “Bury”

Phoenix

Stick me in fire,there are visions I wish to see.How flesh melts,and bone turns to black then grey. How embers swallow screams,and tongues of flame crackle as they feed.How silence settles as ash sits,while fire cools and dies. Show me visions of-how finally a wing tip reaches,breaching the soil and-how slowly as it rises,soil andContinue reading “Phoenix”