blind date
with my college
career, i ask them
what they plan on
doing with their
degree and i get
a shudder  and
an exorcism
all in one
breath:::
                 i'm trying my best.

her voice won't stop dancing
between my days

she brings clarity
like a library to the homeless

on a sweltering August day when
cops are trigger happy and water fountains out of order.

I want to pull behind her eyes
and float her hidden dreams.

feather bound on sovereign wind,
gusted up out of cynical cracks
cities wear like so many scabs.

erase the gang signs carved on every window, bridge, wall,

her clean eyes will tell them
how we're all the same thing
at the core.

Soul is colorless.

No red, no blue about it.

I want to sing inside her covers

Autumn splashes
on
extraordinary
  electric air

deer leaping over cruel distances

click mute all the impossibility of
can't from her busy schedule.

I am driving inside her Pacific ocean eyes and they crash my stillness
with blue bliss mystery.

her voice like a sun flare curling
a dragon's nail across a merciless city.

I am just an ember being dragged beneath her scrape leaping up sparks in extraordinary electric air.

I am building you back
piece by piece
my granite child

who ran below fire

to feel

a slow
crystallization
of minerals embed you.

I am going deep down
to tame your fire.

I will speak to you calmly now
since nobody else would.

I am circling your rage
water flowing from my hand.

I do not expect you to trust anything.

Your crucified eyes scream nails.

I will catch them with my heart.

I will not run away.

I am here to let your fury put their deeds on trial until you are ready to **** or cry.

I am building you back
piece by piece

after this sentence
we will walk down
the street
free of everyone
who told us who we are.

We will know
on our own,

finally calm.

Eyes stare on the other side of a mirror looking through him.

Light is breaking through his spine in brilliant shafts, name it electric.

Call it dance, it breaks in, goes up and down his body like an invisible elevator.

Someone is pushing buttons on the other side.

The silence of the void is a letter written without words.

She is there buzzing him.

Warm hands against his face shattering skin.

Nothing describes it.

He tries to pull down magic ink.

Nothing sounds right.

Maybe he has forgotten how to write from the viewpoint of angels.

He won't stop trying as her invisible sun continues to bless him.

Light continues to drown him.
Eyes stare on, almost visible.

Job is back *****
I saw him on stage
singing like a wild man,

destruction's wings

flew out of his
broken home throat
like a village of spears
impaling faith,

stop to listen
wilderness has a voice
deeper than moonlight reach

strength has an outlet now
listen, listen, stop it all and
******* listen to it shatter
devil cage.

Job is back *******
and his army of gypsies
have gone black blood
warrior hanging upside down

on a skyscraper about to rise!!

one hand
gripping the Sword of Truth
eyes gone clear from talking with God.

I heard him wail,
back up against the wall
ready to thrown down
a hidden suprise.

Everyone who saw him
leap up
got out of his way.

Job is back
His ****** hand
holding the devil's head.

I saw him cross the street
His spears taken out,
Faith was all he could see.