i spend a lot of time

dogs pray silent prayersthat passing cars bow to.and the hum of being vibratesfrom somewhere undefined within…counting canned food by threatened days,cigarettes burn on slow crosses.while still the grass turns brownas if to hide in the shadow of dirt.too early for a drink…and black coffee demands you follow.what made sense is now gibberish,shadowy friends pull unseen…

pant ‘neath your image,bare my teeth,moan and growl!your darkness calls,the distant beat of the drums.owl, and shadow,the trees bow in awe!Loba,i answer your call,my flesh, your fury,and the coming storm!

if your fire is small,and your body is cold,let me be logs and flame.if your soul walks alone,and your sky is dark…let me be the wind rapping at your window,and the candle flickering in your room.if your heart stands before a chasm,let me be the bridge, and the lantern.if your spirit is heavy with oppression,let…

feed the poor, Communist whores,dont know how despair feels!Jefferson raise a cup, Crazy Horse rises up,freedom’s a blood filled rainbow…homeless jobless, insulated snobness,fighting for today and tomorrow.faces on hands, hands on heart,a small fire strong against the dark.all God’s children doing their part….faces on hands, hands on heart!

and the smell of being….why are we not awake?

whose footprints blown…lost to the sands of indifference?whose cry?whose hurt?whose human need raw?whose face without feature?whose hands stick out of the grave?whose blood?whose sweat?whose love given and gone….bitter in the mouthsof the living?