he called me:

peaceful waves lappingat the shore….but the storm is coming;students give way to workers,workers without food,without housing or medical care,workers without hope….angry workers,and they damn sureought to be…i know, i’m one of them!

whose hands tremble a littleas we unbutton the shirt…whose eyes dim still see.whose bodies smell like bodies,whose feet need to be washed.whose hearts whisper in the empty night,whose souls restless roam the earth.whose dreams have become the small things,whose breath smells of brandy and smoke.whose doors are unlocked,whose beds are offered…we, who are drunk with…

singing softly,as he sweeps the floorof your room?do you hearthe whirr ofthe butterfly’s wings,flying just outside your window?do you hearthe silence of the rain,falling just outside your door?do you hearthe beating of the heart,rhyming yours,filling the void with light?it’s just me…let me in!

thinking the wrong thing,feeling the wrong thing,doing the wrong thing…for taking what i could notget any other way…for not giving what i had…forgive me for not listening,for not getting involved,for fighting when i shouldnt,for not standing up when i should!forgive me for being selfishinstead of selfless…fogive me for not forgiving you!forgive me for being human,and…

exchanging secretswith mountains,older than time.birds speak,and honor the sky,waiting, arms outstretched,for flight….rivers sing,while the big cats pray,the great herds strokethe earth with hooves.fishes gather,flow with the water….sunlight bathes,rain washes away.and the gift of gifts,the air we breathe,pure, full of being,from time unto time!

the blade held steady against the turning wheel,while armpits leave paragraphs for simple gods.there is no gunfire here,only the sound of haunted church bells,and the gnawing of hunger in hand me down jeans.the scent of black coffee and borrowed cigarettes,and the lie of random snowflakes.whose voice beneath the ground?even the streets shudder with need.the pimp…