A beautifully coated
Fat raccoon
That didn't make it
Across the long lonely stretch
Of Gaffey Street
Behind the petroleum refinery
The tongue hanging in eternal horror
Eyes dangling from the skull
It made me sick
When we were kids we found a
Rotten opossum on the
other side of town
The upper class,clean,quiet part
We poked at it with sticks
Flipped it over
The other side soggy with death
There were maggots crawling out of
It's eye
It made me sick
All the guys said
"****! She's fine!" When she
Passed by
Yes, she had quite an ***
A body that tempted Christ
And left the devils in agony
You could see it in her walk
The guys said "She has beautiful
eyes
Hazel/green/grey
They change colors in the light"
I hadn't noticed
So I took a look
Her gaze was abandoned
Floating meaninglessly
In a forever unknown
Space
And then she opened her mouth...
It made me sick

My love, I know not
If death is better as a
Butcher or ballet.

Here is a letter
Because my hand moves
More smoothly and fluid
Than my tongue and my
Blood rolls down my finger-
Tips painting pages better
Than words roll past my lips
To speak poetry so...
One. I'm sorry i hurt you
You let me into the darkest
Parts of you and I, like a child
Holding a bucket of paint
In a white room, ruined you
I'm sorry.
Two. You forgave me.
Thank you.
You wiped clean every streak
Of pain i drew on your walls
and yes, i left some stains
But you are beautiful still.
You always have been.
Three. You love me, and I
Love you.
I do not believe love is magic
Love is patient as you are with
Me and it is quiet
Like i am with you and love
Love is human.
It lives and dies
And i hope it dies with me
Four. You will lose me
One last time. Before the end
I will hurt you and everyone
I hold dear. One last time.
Five. I will never tire of seeing
Your face. It will keep me sane
In our years apart.
And six. I will wait. Here where
Its calmer. I will wait for when
Your hair grays and teeth yellow
And when your memory shifts
Like sand and you forget us
I will wait. And when you finally
See me here
Seven. I will listen to every story
You had since i left and i will hear
About every single morning you
Spent with another and i will
Eight. I will tell you i love you. For
The first time since i left i will tell
You again, i love you. Fresh
Off my tongue like the first time
I uttered those three words
I love you.

Come here.  Look,
The grass is fading, and soon
The snowbirds will arrive.
Unmoved, they'll watch from afar
And, O, so shall I,
- trembling,
For fear that they may fly.

You don't need to write
me poetry
for you've already
engraved yourself
into my skin
your very being
is salvation enough
and with you
words don't even
need to exist
because your eyes
say it all
and the rhythm
of your hands
on my bones
and the fresh
beat of your heart
are my poetry

I met my ghost yesterday, on the bus at a time young girls are not supposed to travel alone. I was thirsty for freedom; she sat next to me dressed like a wanderess, she smelt of some cheap perfume and her face a golden cage. We sat together like anthills and did not speak, we were immigrants of a violent history, she sold her body and I my brain.

Is there a song so sacred to the world?
A voice washed in waves of tranquility
Without words yet special in verse and rhyme
Hidden in nature’s surreal, powerful chorus
Cascading in sonorous whispers from an unknown realm
Bards and poets revere its ethereal beauty
And bow in awe of its eternal magic
A tongue unknown to those upon the earth
An imposing aura, an eerie tone
A signal, a symbol of special moments
Eternal song, we named it silence
Humans yearn to worship in silence
Learn to say prayers in silence
Say worship this silence
Spirits find voice in silence
The graveyard is silent
Do we make love in silence?
Or find love in silence
Shadows of heaven, oceans of silence
There’s danger in silence
Jungles bear witness, the hunted remember
There’s reward in silence
Hunters, predators, masters of silence
The night too loves silence
Brothers in spirit, lovers forever
Entwined by nature’s solemn existence
Is silence not darkness?
If we can only hear but do not understand
Unworthy humans beneath the sacred
There’s a reason for silence
Or there’s one behind it
Silence the reason, follow the rhythm
Our hearts beat in silence
Souls speak in silence
Can we listen to silence?
And savor the glory, breathe in the splendor
Immortal silence!
Worship this ambience
Bow down in reverence
To the song before time
Deeper than music, higher than poetry
I call it silence