Am I that see through?
Do you always know what's running in my mind?
Do I smile too much?
Do you think that's all there is;
Whatever meets the eye is all there could be?
Is that what I think?
Am I questioning you to question me?
Is the world spinning around or am I?

the last bit of salt
like skin on asphalt
cracked skull
broken rib
punctured lung
busted lip
but you're ok, right?

He said he loved her with every ounce of his unworthy soul
His heart for all it was worth
Wrenched right out of his chest
And laid at the diamonds beneath her soles
He didn't know how to treat her the way she deserved
He put her on a pedestal
A platform he created with his words
He carved her love from the burning wax of his devotion
Watched her draw hearts in the condensation on the window
He longed to reach out and take her dreams
Arrange them in order
Then perhaps write in his own
She lived in the light of his affection
Her skin was tired of his touch
But it's okay, it's okay
It's cute and poetic
She's a flower he waters
His sun blinds her
Her heart is an animal
It knows not what it wants
Better to be trapped in its cage
That to flee his grasp
And long for another cage to hold it down

I ripped my blindfold, I can see
Life's not what it's cracked up to be
But these were the cards dealt to me
To convey it even remotely
I write this little elegy
To let my mind and spirit free

She boils animal bones
for one  day,  up three
times a night to check
the rolling calcium

and within the mineral water
she believes are the dreams
of cultures like Jews
rising from

mass graves, missing faces
from family portraits, no
violence against young
or old;

she drinks.

I can feel it in my knees
It knocks on my chest when I breath
Crawled to my head
Kicked back and relaxed on my brain
Hello migraine

in the lights of the city along the waterfront
reflecting across the bay serene and calm
it may seem all is peacefully at bed
until I see from here the flash of guns

and hear in the echoed sky a retort
of  someone dying alone
on a corner in a fight
so unnecessary

sights and sounds abound
from my perspective
not sure of their origins
or directions

until I see reporters films
and introspectives
on the nightly  news
at 4 and 5

and then I recall how peaceful it all is
watching from across the water
from here drawing my conclusions
and being wise

when I am not there seeing it in person
just a ******
jumping
to conclusions