He wears an open mind
Like barbed wire
Thoughts pricked
Circling
A championship stance ready
Out waiting the gait  
To un click and spring open
Hurled and pounced
Flat and broken  
Mind bugging slaughter house failure
**** boy twisted  
And gangsta leaned
New swaggering fueled
Ill intent  
Trades mind set
For black heart  
Clank
Downed iron walls  
Downed time  
And street apprenticeship  
All bared bones  
And ivory closure
All turkey and no jive
Calls himself sweet feet  
In the canteen line
Mood fine seemingly  
But in the letter
An I miss you baby
Hold me down he begs
The phone line is long
But hear me calling
I never did  
She fails to see
The barbed wire  
Had sealed his fate
Thorny sting  
And a Mother gone
To too much  
His life had been never enough
But excess  
Of pseudo freedom
Piles of postcards  
And unused stamps  
Delivered
No where special
Days and days of trailer park revival  
And pressing a bunk
calamity’s currency  
Provides peanuts for clamshells  
Steamy art
And shadowed textures
The tattoo gun sting
Provides your name  
On his ***
And whipped into fury  
By slow trickled tepid shower
Regret slowly smirks his frown
His assault on liberty  
Bloodies his fist
Full contact sport
With solid walls  
Exhausted by the effort  
No strike will un loose them
He has lost so much
To permanent hold

It comes to me this season  
An urge to blow the bloom  
into
This day
And watch it float on the wind  
  
In this light  
It would be  
An awesome spectacle  
Like an apparition  
Of phantasmic spiral  
Twirling into its seek  
The darkness a great ride for it  
And platform to coast it's colors  
  
Though they fade  
They would surely fade  
And be nothing  
  
I had felt this  
And done it  
And would not do it again  
  
I cannot blow along  
Familiar winds  
  
But new currents have come along  
And hooked the corners of my smile  
urging itself  
To spread wide against the O  
And my uncalm  
Inhaled  
At odds with with the corners of  
What I am  
Used to  
  
I breathe through it  
And the lovely  
Ease and it's scent exists easier  
Inside me  
Daily  
  
When pigments of new petals  
Turn blue  
I dip and streak it  
Into indigo slant  
across page  
Delivering my self free of the shade  
But not the rise of it  
To the sun  
  
not the totalling of it to my whole  
And it would be if ...  
  
But I don't  
I am much too eager  
To let it lie and rest a little  
To meet myself I've cast into  
the role played convincingly  
  
My own shadow  
And see her grow out of it

In forested moonlight        
Scattered pale blues            
And caught the flank of a midnight            
Black            
            
And there was gripped            
For a brutal moment            
The wild of the beast            
Then shot fear and thundering pound       into the Earth            
Where it was absorbed and held            
For a Mothers arms are always willing      
        
It was heard in the beasts hit of hooves   And in its eyes like a drowning pool            
the question Why            
            
But no answer was given            
Though she lamented            
Its Mother only shook her head            
soft smile passing from knowing  
mouth    
In utter juxtapose from feelings felt            
            
The beast slowed its pace            
As confusion touched apathy            
It harbored its clip            
Its shoulders shrugging            
Dawning its harness as the sun rose ready            
            
And daylight saw Man's dominion            
It rose and gave over to a gentler master
the fate of the wild
in Woman's hands            
And though quite capable            
she was sadly so            
In all her certainty            
She was very sad to watch the wild go