Oozing hot summer roads, I
crawl across to help others
get where they're going.

The Son's of Liberty
would be hella proud of me,
no eagles were harmed in this tar
and featherweight bout between
ground and pressure wait now,
tectonic water,
drowned in pleasure,
no *****, just essence of.

A girl broken up by her main mans
in Pangea grandeur.
          oceans shrivel into marshes,
warming up to global standards
          crows nibble in the darkness
with earthly manners, clamoring
casting slander on the dead,
        covering graves.

Hitting nails on the head
lawns get shred in both ways
speculation,
scalped naivete,
          roads paved
through heat delirium,
          post haste,
bringing blurred horizons
in the afternoon haze.

Asphault rats                             Lonely suits
guide longing                            snug tightly
hungry beasts                            around cigarette
under bridges                            smoke hidden
through afterglow                    under ******
oceans rippling                         Ivy League
snarling hoods                         fraternity paddels
through tunnels                       slapping clean
leaving subway                        bruised-white
cars lonely                                old-money *****
trudging aimless                     walking tall
after some                                through window
fortune here                             lookouts of
in S.E                                        shining N.W
corners D.C.                            sidewalks D.C

I imagine myself senseless bound by curiosity
of dispatch
and curiosity of prostitution in mind
I bring forth white flowers
perching saying acute names
powdered lies on your stagnant body
Your clothes are your skin
minus everything you are
**** in my small hands
I hold everything in the deeper side of you
I feel your childhood fear come out in my sighs
Ill breath everything out for you
from asphault my hunger torwards yourself grew

I confronted the insects
I bared my secrets
I spoke of my urge
and still hid so much away from me
in corners behind your eyes
my eyebrows searing
while staring up locked in intimate gaze
and sacred expressions that make me bend
in the late evenings

9-2-13

Maybe, I must turn away
For I am ashamed
"Why?"
Why do you ask?
Well, for one---
She's laughing at me
I can see it in her eyes

But I have my eyes closed
Laying here
How amazing it is to feel the warm asphault
And have the wind at my face
Kissing me
She's blowing kisses to me, my idol

Basking in the warmth
Trying to hear the ants underground
Mirrowing her reflection
As I feel my cheekbones rise

I love how the wind sounds
Ripples float above me
In the big sea of sky

Just the sound of pure Mother Nature
And all I see is a orangish-peachy color
Imagining what the sun looks like
But no doubt, she's looking down on me
And smiling

I woke up with your heart in my mouth
In my ***** room, scattered reminders
and a blue sky calling me
Maybe like "It's a short life, get going"
Maybe like "It's a long life, run while you can"

The night stars all shied away, abused
Dogs pressed against the asphault, confused
Cats chased sunbeams thru the shade
I waited for the shadows to fade

In a clean room, a hospital lobby
Impatience crouched between each breath
I read a magazine about what animals dream
As we tried hard not to think about death

A raft careening thru pirate waters
A caravan rolling over plains
Awash in capital that's been laundered
The blue sky calling me names

I took my beating as quietly as I could
Really what else was I going to do
All this pain and this shame is all we are
You swallow it or it swallows you

I found God when I was in prison
Really what else was there to do
When the blue sky's just a story they tell
and scattered reminders re-wire your mind

The wind pressed at my cheek like a kiss
All caught up in some chance that I missed
At 2:13 pm, they pronounced me dead
I'll let you know how that goes

I paused a second to let memories have me
For that moment I felt nothing had changed
I felt like Nixon when he went to China
When China came back for us, that hope waned

I let the lightning out of my backpack
My old friends all scattered at the sight
To be honest, you didn't look impressed
As the world shuddered at your caress

I woke up with your heart in my mouth
I couldn't figure out how to spit it out
But I like it because it's bitter
and because it's your heart

little footsteps, falling fast
my heart grieves in turn, God

my nerves are shot

threading
through the seats
of that little white chapel

sewing
sinew and bone;
thread alone, thread alone

so he sticks a hand
into the border fires
wets the fray of running wires

with his tongue

swinging, spirit
spirit of inquiry –
then onto his knees
in that little white chapel

stopped as a pendulum

swung onto the asphault
arrested, there, in time

God,

have mercy

grace even a hair—

where is my son?
he asks

dead in the back
of a Mayberry ambulance
stopped as a pendulum
where did you wander to,
where did you come from

God

there,

staring

cries him a tear of Pentecost

where his breath tarries
til' he wakes with a start

where is my son?
think love comes with little cost

little footsteps, falling fast
sleeping like a dead leaf

I make sure he's still breathing

a breath in, a breath out

that licks the flame, makes it weak
so I sleep with eyes as wide as saucers
in fear the candle might be brief
come in, my little selfishness—

don't take him away from me‎‎      ‎