Barefoot on a cattle's back
Old as dust, painting it's children
with powdery track
the dry grass its den
the bear of the fields
does it step forward
do I step back?
from the cattle's back
titter totter tat
                covered in dust
*Thwack

Carnitas on the pit
Oranges searing as they hit the grill
Carne asada marinating
Waiting to be sampled
Coronas add lime
A **** shot of jacks
Laughing kids running around
Saturday morning was meant
For memories like this
Searing their own grill marks on our brains
Trampoline backflips into pools
Picking a lemon off the tree
Charcoal growing white
Familiar goodbyes and laters
Maybe another time joy will reach
This house that never seems to smile

My poetry and I fight
with guns and knives
looking for something that just feels right
standing somewhere close
are the things we cannot see
for the light and bright we fight for
blinds us to friends and makes of us
enemies again
so we fight in fright
of a word made from violence  
inside this head.

Visualize your **** vision
For it a visionary mission
Speculate your vision station
Falling on visioned destination
To predict a vision to a satisfaction
Vision without freaking objection
Uphold your vision by a confirmation
From your own personal vision perception
For you to avoid a vision constipation
Unto which vision becoming a frustration
This is all about vision cultivation
Withstanding your vision orientation
To cut off from visioned oppression
Making vision an opposition
Lamenting visionary seduction
Peace make this vision to passion
Vision your vision for a visionary vision.
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