with all consuming fire,
burning every branch of self.
i doubt all…
and therefore believe,
touching the untouchables,
with reverence and awe.
i chant…
with dirty hands plowing,
urine drenched eyes searching,
living beneath all thought.
i mourn…
hearing the lament of dead bodies,
doubled over with hunger,
no place to lay my head.
i burn…
with uncontrolled passion,
for the leaf, for the river,
and the prayers of small children.
i run…
just a dog among dogs,
barking and baying,
with the scent of raw life.
i love…
with hot breath panting,
with both candle and phallus,
the whisper of tender touch.
i fly…
beyond body and bondage,
beyond concrete and ashes,
dark wings seeking light.
i howl…
with pen and paper,
with human words scratching,
at the walls of the tomb!
All Clouds
Won’t turn to Rain,
All at once…
That’s how
Sad and lonely,
Sometimes,
Someone can feel
When life has lost
At times,
All significance.