I could feel the tension
I could feel all the blood in me
settling to the bottom, within my feet
my feet, now red, under pressure
pulling me down, I could not seem
to fight the weight that was
pulling me down, down and down

my feet now full, now red, like a bucket
full of water, ready to spill, ready to give way
my feet now ready to burst and set free
the tensed blood for once and for all

-Kaya

You can leave on your feet,
or feet first, sweet,
Is that a stir or what?
You look fabulous, male ****!
Don't let geriatrics drag you down,
They do get confused in this town,
They can get very boring,
All their scripts rotating,
You can leave on your feet,
Or feet first, sweet!

the flight of nature under its feet
embracing and absorbing the world
floating high above in plain sight
singing its lovely song so sweet
spreading its gentle wings so light
soaring through life's wonderful sky
full of desire sailing so gracefully
through the colors of the rainbow
its destination may be unknown
yet with its determination it will fly

Winking eyes stare at me in the morgue,
        I removed there peepers and replace
them with marbles but they just roll around
                   in the, skull snake eyes be rolling at me..

"Bananas they want you to touch them inappropriately,

Do you realize the dead don't give a mention
    on manners no subtlety they wait till ya near,

"**** he just told me he alive while I left his head
on he cooler to dry,  

            Where was I at ye spitting verses of he was down to
earth but now he fly free of ****** form? "He crazy.

I work in solitude, the past dead shift 1 till 5 in the morning.
            They scared to be here all this is superstition
      We don't hurt any one  just mess with each other
We dead so what else is there to do when ya laying cold
                 on a slab of steel enjoy it before ya 6 feet under or dust...

I have my autumn feet ready to seek out adventure
In a season of brisk winds that chill fingertips,
Frosty-nosed nights spent huddled beside a crackling fire,
Days wrapped up inside a thick, warm blanket
Gently grasping a steaming mug of hot tea.
Where calendar weeks are filled with
The steady rapping of raindrops on windows,
apples grappled from trees to make grandmothers’ famous pie,
and friends gathering to wander down endless rows of corn.
My autumn feet are ready to explore,
They are ready to adventure.

Tus patas tamalonas, your fat feet
Fat feet
That makes the ground tremble as I take a step
My feet are flat
To be closer to the earth
God wanted me to remain grounded
To grow roots before I yearned for the sky
My grandma's feet:
Callous, hard, dry
Her feet were old books filled with handwritten poems
Romantic love journals
Her callous feet had to get like that
So that thorns and nails could no longer hurt
My grandmothers' travesia was grand
Her feet were so eager to move on
That they walked on their own
Patas! Patas tamalonas!
Grandmother would tickle my feet
And I'd laugh
Grandma, why do we get feet?
Because God wants us to walk mijo
Even when your feet are flat
Fat, uneven, or they hurt you must always walk
Stand up when they try to force you to sit down
Because those feet are yours
Today I walk, following your footprints
My fat feet being embraced by the hot sand
As I follow the sound of the waves
There you are
Waiting for me at the edge...

Nine

Life has opened up for me
like the earth under the feet
of Korah and his followers
and it will remain open like a gaping hole
swallowing up everything, until life itself
closes like a store on *shabbes