and cigarettes….
heavy fog on a crooked road,
Christmas lights blinking,
and a dead stillness….
the moan of empty houses,
empty factories, empty streets,
and the whisper of children,
food stamps hung in their stockings!
an old stray cat waiting to be fed,
and the heaviness of the mongrels,
left to work the streets.
somewhere bells are ringing,
right here not the scent;
a cross painted on a brick wall,
empty boxes blown by the wind!
young…pregnant…….girls……..having………babies….mere echoes ofhis unconscious self,crying out his name….against the ragethat lingers wherehis heart should be….feeding the hungerthat..devours…..him…… .from………within!books unopened,stories never written!
take the fingers off the button,unload the planes…open your churches to the homeless,your homes to the hungry…turn your prayers into ears,that listen, hear, and care!give somebody the best gift of allyour time!hell, it’s Christmas…let’s act like we understand!
spilling from the mouth.the lips of hunger,swallowing the sword.the rose petal fallen,shaking the ground like thunder.the beating sound of wings,shaking the skies.you are…the block wall laid,with skill and precision.the smell of turnips,boiling on the stove.the cupboard door open,a full bag of sugar.clothes worn to revival,drenched with redemption.you are…the bridge between, I and thou…
fallen multicolored leaves,turning, crumbling, dissolving…rainbows of flesh,returning to the source,feeding new beginnings!joy!breathing, touching,listening with the heart!the chance and the gift,another day, another moment!joy!someone to talk to,someone who cares!who sees you just like you are,and still loves you!joy!the prayers of bare limbs,reaching out and upward,with gratitude for what has been,and the promise of what comes!joy!deep, unfathomable,…
with a tiny hole in the bottom,connecting to the ground.the poet is a prism,seperating colors from black and white,then drawing black and white from colors,dissolving and evolving.the poet is an illusion,that looks and smells like home,redefining distance by closeness,finding the familiar in a stranger.the poet is an orphan,a messenger, and a thief.bringing you a lit…
