kneeling down, cupping,
and gently blowing.
i’ll set out a rose bush
beneath your bedroom window,
and water it in the dead of night.
the shadow that latches your door,
pulls the cover up around you.
sits and rocks in the peace
of perfect silence…
watching you sleep!
i am the wolf that curls
at the foot of your bed,
the hands of the clock,
stopping in reverence…
the flame that bursts
from ashes almost cold,
catches, and burns away
the memory of the cold!
tiny deaths, unclaimed sparks…or one long deathin illiterate stages,flesh scarred memories failing,deeper and deeper in the grain,the stink of rot, and becoming!broken wings and stolen kisses,lips scorched and fingers broken,beyond names and naming,beyond words and thinking…till nothing is left,but raw sound,and the veins of the decayed leaf,shouting silence, and redemption!
studying and workinghe hoped tobe able to writefour good lines of poetrythink i’ll quit writinggrow a big garden,cut and stack woodfor all who are coldsave as many stray dogsas i canspend a lot of timeplaying with and listening tosmall childrenand sit with as manyold people left aloneto die as i canread Rilke daily,and drink a…
haul off the trash…when you’re done.take down the signs.lay down your guns….leave your morals at the door!box up your visions,take down your cross…sing your last song!set the fire, fan the flames,turn off the light….when you’re done!
the splintered legof the coffee table,the doorknob broken,the place on the edge of the yardwhere the dog likes to piss?do old men’s bodiescrumble into the shadowsof all the things they’ve died for?how many plates filled?how many cups poured?how many fires tendedagainst the night?how many hands held?how many dreams buriedbeneath the tree that stands?how many conversationswith…
his old lady holds the babymotor running to the vanfactory shut down, aint no workhavent eaten in three daysgood hearted man gone desperatesomebody’s gonna have to paywhat the hell! who cares?lives falling thru the cracksborn too early, born too lateon the wrong side of the tracksfighting for every breath you takejust fighting to survivefalling down…
in the name of justice, equality, diversity,responsibility, and freedom…has reached the point of decision.we either move forward no matterwhat the cost…believing the dream is worth the price…or we crawl back into the caveof self-fulfillment at the cost of all others.prejudice and discrimination have gone from colorto religion to sex and sexual orientation,and now to those…
