just because…

our living no more than simple arithmetic,collecting trinkets we name,that somehow define us…to be spread across our graves…as if, to testify… but to what?we’ve built moral cages that drain all color…have become black and white photographs,wearing suits, carrying bibles..and now it seems the world’s gone crazy,violence, sex, rampant poverty…war after war, hatred after hatred.we’ve defiled…

which in truth should be…afraid to love!

the stray cat sleeps in a cardboard box,the old oak tree groans with morning.table set for three,you, me, and the guest…too long on the road,he’s forgotten the turn,and love’s address is unlisted.the feather drawn lines of arch and thrust,define your eyes with headstones.your hand slips between the bread,tastes better without mayonnaise.the cup of whispers grows…

you cannot restrain me,cannot mold me, or shape me.you cannot lead me,for i will not follow!you cannot make mebelieve in your gods.you cannot scare me,cannot break me or make me.you cannot buy or sell me,cannot make me your slave.you cannot tell mewho i am, and am not….bottom line:you dont have anythingi want or need….you dont…

what language does it speak?what does it smell like?what kind of house does it live in?how many cars does it own?is it Republican, or Democrat?does it pray in tongues?or sit cross-legged and chant?is it male or female?straight or gay?does it have a degree?or does it work in a factory?does it work in a mine?does it…

covered with oil and vinegar,set ablazeon a bare tablein a haunted room….the sharp edgeof the razor softly strokingthe small hairs on my soul….the taste of bloodand chocolate lingeringjust outside my desire…..the last breath,the first day,and the pulse thatlives between!