before the maroon 5 concert
chaz said his mom wasn't home
she had stripped his mattress and
put everything in the wash
and I only remember wondering
why it hurt so much
and the silk threads of the seams
catching on my bra straps--
I had thought it was
supposed to be so much more
than pumping and churning
like pistons in a truck,

the difference was you
stopped when I asked
shiverin' above me in
a warm sweat
and all i could do was
run my fingers through
your hair over and over
stay silent and move slowly
because no one has ever seen
me like that, wavering
and rocking, working my
way up, using your hips
like training blocks, stretching
my thighs out over your bed--
lord I ain't ever asked for more
never bruised nobody 'cause
I wasn't thinkin', he's got
these welts i don't even
remember, he sayin he let me
in like he left the door's open
during the storm and I was
rain, hail or wind, a noise,
a knock, just me.
but I opened the windows,
the basement, the attic
pulled out the chairs in
expectation, I have nothin'
to say for my fears, they're
there and sometimes they
shift gears and gun it
but that don't mean
i didn't look at you
and wonder about
things I shouldn't
or replace my daddy's
name with yours just
to
see.

In the mango tree
a pair of crows
have made a new home.

While up on the roof
watering the plants
I see the heavenly sight
how they raise their beak
to swallow the trickles
before the heat ***** away
and having this little favor
they're back in usual mood
cawing at their hoarsest
stay away, stay away
come no way near nest
which I do my best to do
stealing a look when they're away
at the three blue nuggets
happy in the thought of
little red hungry mouths

broken
the mangoes would grow
around an empty home.

Did you every wonder, why young and old love bubbles?

They fly graceful and free as we are meant to.
carrying rainbow colors to open dreams.

They make all feel young again,
and remind us of our cosmic home.

They allow fields of creative thoughts to expand,
as our hearts open.

They are a gift to play with during our sacred journeys
on the planet called Earth.

StarBG © 2017

Do we wait for tomorrow,
  as we wait for today

Do we see a connection,
  false wishes to pray

Do we draw from the past,
  as the circle is spun

Trapped inside or out,
  is it then Zero-Sum

Can the memories forgotten,
  revisit again

Do the feelings held back,
  turn to poison and blame

Is our freedom beyond
  our ability to reach

Are we the one student,
  we’ve forgotten to teach

Is finality connected,
  or separate from

Those things we hold onto,
  and still try to run

Is that voice we hear calling,
  from within or without

Are they really the same,
—once the circle breaks out

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

Hell is deserted
because the demons have left
to reside on earth

and the worst part is
we won't know who to fear 'til
they take off their masks