words only reach so far as the shore at low-tide, The shape of your childhood On the collection of memory, Harbors docking the innocent wailing, Dialed phone on mermaid seashells, Only as far the bookmarked novel, Pinched between the shelves The echo chamber with a door; The kitchen with Tuscan olives And dark chlorinated poolsContinue reading “Uriel”
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Wrongdoings
Rather the halls empty Fewer bodies pumping blood Then stage the wrongs, Paint the midnight showings On banners up the stairwells; To admit pearl scripted beliefs Translucent in the sun Were more important than the Breath of youth, summer wind
Yesterday and one day less
The tears choke waves undulating through the desert, To dried wells buried beneath the colosseum; Somewhere I believe Between shadows looming and dreams pinned on the board of summer wind and frosted pine broken by the eaves of frozen creeks and sagebrush dusted meadows, Driving somewhere I believe; Heart lead pulsing just barely, Head poundingContinue reading “Yesterday and one day less”
For your Lord
For your Lord, Whose sun-shined shins Rest on my head; Who kindly throws me the scraps Of pickled cabbage and carrot skins; Whose hunger-less nights Lighten mine. For you Lord, Glassy-haired and legs like fine lines Whose soft hands stitch together Trials with no laws And rules with no etching in the sand; For myContinue reading “For your Lord”
Two nickels
If I had a nickel Or more than two For the bus fare home, A pocket of change For new horizons and sunsets, Skipping the stone Or turning the gumball machine I might have been right
Trickle down
Certainty is the Death Of all Wisdom
Train Tickets
Human dignity rubbed between two coinsMeasured on the long shadows stretchedTicking time marked on sheets of paper,White-shaded across the pale blue sky;Punched tickets littering the stationOf life and death, trampled beneath feetUntil they turn a yellow path, building year after yearAnd the train master becomes better at selling the tickets and finding loose changeBetween theContinue reading “Train Tickets”
Seeking answers about color
We all are fools in our own ways, to line the dominoes up and pretend that they all don’t fall down, whether they hit each other or not. But our ignorance is protection. A shield against the things that would truly hurt us if we let them fester for too long, linger in the criticalContinue reading “Seeking answers about color”
Hot Rich Kid Money
Opportunity and knowledge is a privilege, one that is the inheritance passed from the 1800s smoking pipe of a second son calling home, to the blind Maseratis trailing fire down the back alleys. Tickets and lawyers can be bought, but at the expense of the whole system careening into the unknown as the absurd wishesContinue reading “Hot Rich Kid Money”
Wilting
I cannot be the wilting inexperience, The hope hung on the glass bottles of trees Clear as mud peering through the veil of time Counting the measures of the day; I cannot be the experienced, With every known variable in palm-sized pamphlets, Confidence eluding from a light that never dims And floods an overwhelming tideContinue reading “Wilting”
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