touka

touka Sep 2020

locus

I saw them overhead
each one, rushing in
like the sea meets the sand

oh, God
I saw them overhead

I took her by the hand

then by the hair

then by the leg

I had a reason

and whingers cry on television

found her dead in pieces

but I had a reason

Aug 2020

simon law

THE SOUL’S PATIENCE

I will wait,              my dear,
( but I fear my endurance ),
For our souls to harmonize in joyful reunion.

For I will wait,              My love, Outside of these
skins ( And Beyond these lifetimes of
teachings ),

And suffer they will, ( beating hearts
                allow lessons )
In the flesh that we use,     to serve education,

My daring We must wait,      Allow them to
grow
For our circle to complete, their pain must flow
My Love,          Our patience will reward

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touka Aug 2020

metanoia

such high miles from his son
with that head of sawed off strawberry blonde

still, you'll dance in empty places
that sarabande til you sweat

nothing between you and the better air
but those feet will have to move

Psalm 40:2
"And he heard my prayers, and brought me out of the pit of misery and the mire of dregs. And he set my feet upon a rock, and directed my steps."

Aug 2020

amanda

the night

i looked down
twenty three stories

tears in my eyes
legs shaking

every intention
of falling head first

you see— i was just so tired
of having to land
on my feet

so many people
are so tired
of having to be so strong

touka Jul 2020

mountain dew

what if a bomb drops
comes whistling
waging, burning, busting

and everything gets blown away

before you can peek your head
through that chipped white door –
turn that dumb, stuck ****
come home to me
and call me your wife?

I don't think about it

*****'s got the window open
letting her arm get soaked
with each bomb, fat raindrop
expecting to hit Sandy Ridge Road
but rolls down the skin
of her idle hand instead

her eyes are stuck outside
looking at anything but him,

the cigarette occupying his lips
the screaming, mountain-dew-yellow of his shirt

wondering where she and he and they and them
and whoever will go after this

I don't think about it

me after you, you after I
anything in-between
if we come falling
like big bombs of raindrops

scatter into feathers
like those sparrows sold two farthings

God says He sees
tell me not to worry

tell me not to think about it

it doesn't really matter
you know what's real
burning on your fingers
you know how to feel

I've been slipping lately
oh, I've been slipping lately

touka Jul 2020

midna

knew fullness and warmth
like midnight comes, remember
spring's first bloom wanders