we have become old…

my grandmother’s kitchen,after working outside all day.rain, just before it falls,a fresh plowed field.my mother’s old Bible,a fireplace too long unused.old nuts, your pillow,the old pine tree that felland lay rotting in the yard.a well oiled glove,the tractor in the barn.your hair, a rose just opened,the box too longin the back of the closet.

every step i take…every job i tackle.every fight i fight,every tear no one seesme cry…every time i reach out to help,every time i get knocked down…every prayer i cant find words for,every sleepless night….every dream i cant quite touch…i remember you!

have souls…comes from the feardriven ego…wake up!dogs and cats, birds and horses…trees, stones, and riversall have souls….mice and ants lead uson this journey!

ah, but they tell mesecrets i cannot reveal!i discovered infinityas i was sweeping,between the cracks in the pavement,just out of the reach of my broom.the spider came every nightfor a week, weaving it’s gigantic web.now all that’s left in it’s absence…a hole in my thoughts,named by memory!

down empty streets…streets marked by angry blood.from mouth to fist,feet never stop moving…going nowhere,determined and furious.the crush of bonesbeneath pipe on pavement…the taste of flesh,charred and stale.cities become graveyards,marker by marker.no time for names,only the strong!and hunger becomes angerof the darkest kind.do it for a couple dollars,and a gallon of gas.faces contorted,demons or worse!survival by…

has no owner.the river never repents,and takes no prisoners…we love, or we cannot breathe