Maybe
Just maybe
We can lose our hearts
Be caught in the darkness of feeling
....alone

Or

Maybe
Just maybe
We can find them again
Somehow not alone but together
In a truly lonely world...

3 AM,
Spanish Town
Under the silhouette
of the Capitol building
I sit in front of the old
shoppe as two lovers
**** in a red pick-up
truck behind me.

I wonder what lies
they tell each other
pretending they are
immortal.

So I do this thing were I ask random people for three words of the top of their head and I write a poem from it

The other night I asked a bartender
She gave me crocodiles, glass and shade

Crocodiles have enough teeth
to cut glass.
When you spend enough time
biting into things
that you don't understand.
Shade becomes something
you are truly seeking.

The night
a *****
in hand

Sweltering night
New Orleans style,
an old house breathing
with
broken rafters

A three legged piano
drags itself to the edge
of reason
A dog lays down dying
inside my ribs.

The piano player
paints pictures
to walls
framed in smoke.

Smiling,
I sink into
something beyond
nothing.

He taps his feet
mine however
haven't moved

"Seattle seems
so far away" says
the woman next
to me

"I hear
it rains
a lot there"
I reply

She paints her
feet before her
toes.

I dig that

The last drought,
starvation of masses,
hunger,

for there is no river,

only bones picked over
by those glass eyed vultures.
We are the lucky ones,
we should not have come.
The plains
of our youth,
the grass turns to kindling
for the grace of man.

I abandoned my unborn
in the womb of a nameless
desert.
No canteen
when one drop could give life,

save face.

All that is left are the eyes
cobalt lightning
flashing astonishing histories,

unforseen,
                forsaken.

Foliage should be worth more.
it masks the ground, the dirt
the grime.
Any new growth is
GOLD.

The sky screams
from the bottom of a well.
Climb the ranges set in stone.
The answers you seek are not

          beneath you.