Underfoot
—rats run
April flowers
Bloom—
Sun weplt
—engorged
Black cherry
Melody—so full of nothing.
Belly ache—
—rotten heart
Burst—
Beast of loving

Mickey Mouse you get the crowd
They get you
I watch and feel inspired
We feel the level of acceptance
An atmosphere of questions
Where  we cross and ask each other
What’s the cost?
Is it worth it?
I can buy happiness?
The abyss is dark
And we look into it

I am dying to see
Some bites of history
The language
That we speak
Is evolving.

#metoo
Chris brown
A cultural icon
His music
Moves an ocean
Of people.

There is struggle
Divine
And man
Unwise
But always growing☘️

In this dead tongue
I feel alive
These words
Are moving.

You’re a piece of sunshine on a cold day
           Standing in my vision to
                       Block out the doubt
                                      In my heart
                                                  Skipping
                                          to the thought of your smile, surrounding lips
                        blowing the wind into your mouth
                   kissed and nearly missed
     with quick eyes
            laughing

Female energy
Building, each
Bike ride pumping
Up my solid frame.
Sun so hot it sticks to your skin
A tecate kind of thinking.
Caught you inside my piece of mind
But my libido is soaking—and my tan burns.

When the river sets in deep it turns
The valley steep
And I think I am bent between stones.

My mind is a holler and
I find no peace in solitude.

Stand with me in my double vision
I see clear what is missing
Inside a carton or two.

Bend and twist like a willow
Beside the river bed. Sultry and
Ancient the wind passing a gentle
Caress.

A silent crow lands softly in the tree
It’s eyes black and mysterious
And a story untold to be.

And the rain hits me
When I’m biking through the city
Hot pavement smells and lucid dreaming
No luck when your luck runs thin
And your bank account is stolen
And fraud feels like running me down
Into the ground like the stank of the street
But I can brave the storm to find warmth among friends. Need to call a lawyer to make the pigs holler and lightning cracks again. Drinking up IPA so I can gain some liquid courage. It’s just another tavern on st. Charles.

You pull me in-and-out like ciggerete smoke on my tongue
Tear in my eye.
Queen Anne, the porch, the oak, look grim. My belly flips every time I see you. French doors rattle with street noise. The plants look thirsty, brittle, sorry.
The seed did not sew. Custom Taylored to fit my size. Growing pains in every stitch. April fools is such a *****.

About the *******
The safety net
The red white and blue is your
Dream to be better.
A myth, a legend,
Notorious in her sacrifice
Of black lives matter.
That your health, my health,
The guy at the corner holding
A please-feed-me-I’m-hungry
For change and the idea
We are somehow better
With a mask on
To keep sickness out.

Developed with capital gains
What about the amazons rains?
And wasn’t Australia on fire?
And didn’t we assassinate an
Iranian general?

We live it.
It’s nearly summer.

Mistrust of government officials  might as well be my tinder profile.

I feel like I’m steeping inside out of my mind
While you keep stride
Just getting on another bike ride
—peddling self doubt away—
Onto the levee to breathe
O’l Mississippi
Stares back at me
Coughing on my tongue
To bite you out