gone fishing…

this body,and take the ashesto the streetdown in front ofthe housing projects,where people liveday to day,moment to moment,just trying to survive…or you can take themto the countries ravagedby starvation,and pour them outon the side of the roadwhere families are dying…or you can take themto any street cornerin the world, where youngboys and girls are sold…

lie to me, love meone more time…the arching of your soul,wrapped in legs around me…the cry of the oceanjust outside the shell…i kiss you, you tastelike my wanting,words mean nothing;black and white photographsin a world of color…i can feel the rumbleof the train on the tracks,you bite my shoulder….i open my eyes…and the room is…

the leaf that’s greenin the springtime,that turns to red and gold,then to brown, and falls…is always a leaf!the human heart,regardless of skin color,language, or faith,is the same in each of us.when we fight and kill each other,we are killing ourselves.what we take from those less fortunate,we take from ourselves.what we hate, and fear,and dont understand,is…

stopping to smoke, a cup of coffee,maybe a shot to break the chill…books are only peoplewaiting to be set free from the shelf…people are only spider’s webs,catching tiny fragments of light.and this body a tired prayer,spoken by lips both bruised and shaken.my hand smells too much like alone,but my feet know the way home!

glaring white in the morning sun…with open graves before them,and the smell of fresh turned earth.cars speed by going nowhere;people walking, as if lost….the phone rings, no one answers,the book, unread, stares from the shelf.trees almost bare softly whisper,dollar bills blown by the wind…the old man sits by the station,counting by number,and not by name….rows…

for your beating heart,your tongue,pulling the dreamsfrom my rusty soul…destiny,dialed inon the time we share!