the part of us

cant pay the rent?i mean, do we get evicted?do we pack up our senatorsand congressmen, andload them on the backof an old pickup truck…and send them into the greatbeyond? what happens?do Native Americans get it back?do the Chinese take over?and who turns out the lights?

the rush of wind,that startles the curtains.the slap of wet bodies,the sigh of the candle.low words cooed,without need for definition.i feel the tears of the sinner,hear them hit the floor.the prayers, and confessions,the guilt, and the need.the heavy breathing of redemption,and the silence that heals…yes, even the silencehas its own sound!i hear the bones of…

bucket in hand…i am the handle,the water, and the spicket…and two feet who,without a name or regret,silently do their job,walking back up the hill!all generated by theaction of pumping!

and the roar of the wheel…deliver me…from my own insecurities,my unconscious greed,and my self driven fears.deliver me…from my conceptual understanding,my limited knowledge,and my worship of knowledge.deliver me…from all anger and hatredin whatever disguise…deliver me…from being driven bymouth and stomach unchecked,from what i think i need.deliver me..from my countless mistakes,and the excuses i make!deliver me…from any…

i want the sound of your bare feetwalking across the roomto my heart…to show me!

the men with the longknives wait;call them unholy, call themprophets, men of vision,men of change…soldiers of the grey kingdom,where nothing is revealed.every starving child,every bomb droppedon indiscriminate huts…every girl baby aborted,every young boy sent to prisonfor his education…every young girl boughtfor an hour, used like a rag,and tossed aside….for miles and miles of oceanspoisoned by…