In the womb he was connected
With a thousand years of family
Coursing through the tether
Of an unfortunate mother.
Then culled from the herd
In a distant cow town
For permanent loan.
With the pretext, the equivocation:

                 He'll have a better life.

When someone other deems to tell him,
He'll cry, he'll hide,
Reject, accept,
It's his need for human affection.

He can't forget what didn't happen,
A past that wasn't shared;
Of stories reaching back through years.
The anecdotes on celebrations,
The exaltations, deprivations,
Tales shared like bread
By lost generations.

All his life he's felt the itch
To scratch his DNA.

One day, the knock is heard,
Bells may ring,
There, standing straight on the stoop,
A refracted image of oneself,
Trans-parent cord through missing years.

Aye, there will be tears.

          (You'll explain your teenage fears,
           Your family's lack of understanding;
           The time when wanton women
           Had babies out of wedlock)

He listens to the reasons,
Stirred in the heaping crock.

He learned of love,
Was schooled with affection,
He knows he wasn't known to you,
That he was left
For personal sake.

He crosses fingers,
Like plated scissors,
To snip the cord he's hung on;
To sever the love,
You never delivered,
To a son
You never knew.

Horn dog post watchmen
Hanging from a line made of money
And sweet fragile time
Nodding to a tune played
From the fiddle with a man
With the low down and sad blues
Not in the night is
Love not running in these streets
Cobbled heart beats like
The clicking of knee high heels
Sweet ***** of the way ward road
Sweet kiss me good night baby
It is my birthday
Negative in nocturnal eternity sounds
Make there way through me and
Far far past me like the whistling
Train or the soaring plane
Above me
As if the clouds weren't jokers
And the God's aren't grinning with
Grim and brutal satisfaction
Writing down absences of myself
The one's taking a "personal" break
Tired of all this repetition and
Loose hair abstractions
Dictators hanging from
Multi-colored rainbow translucent
Umbillical chords clearing their dead throats
Coughing up hair *****
From two years past Christmas parties;
"Still trying to get that stain out," he laughs while crying
Noon tide here now the oceans breathe with a warmth
I only thought I would feel in the womb
Off this stop is the first place I fell in love
Under lucid clear green leaves and a mystery
Moon that chimed like my grandpa's homemade
Bathtub secret stash wine
Well I'm well when she's well so that's swell
And I got some money and the honey
Grins as I rub her bulging tummy
And I don't think about aging to much
Since I can't do much about that and such
And the store is **** with wealth and the
Shelves are filled with goods as they should
Questions not of mine but mostly of others
Where they come from and why they here
Movies never made and poetry never read
Past up for time and its many types of keep sake
The rake of souls has dwindled and I bet
God or the Devil is feeling pretty swindled
But round' here neighbors say hello and
Goodbye and farewell and of course good luck
Gibberish is in high demand as ye' broken face
Makes hesitation and impatience much more
Appearant especially when its late
Here though the characters are more humorous
By every passing day lo' the sides
Are getting thinner and no one is sure
Of who will be the loser and who will be the winner
Stars are late coming up at times
You been searching for another way to live,
Another kind of rhyme?
Well the heat here is nice
We all enjoy the dice
But if you must go
Take off fast, steady and never
Too slow

I was born with fists clenched
And full of contradiction.
I was born teeth first
And mouth last, which is to say
I knew how to bite back
Long before I knew how to open.
I was born with an umbillical noose
And blue skin.
Sometimes I forget that
There was, in fact, a revival.
I was born into a family
Of magicians.
Maybe thats why
I find comfort in the empty rooms.
I was born there.
Sometimes I think about
The sins I have not yet commited
And can't remember
Anything about Eve in a wedding dress.
Sometimes I think about the sins
I am actively committing
And relive the Leviticus stoning of
my own Mother
when I was seven
And she made my father disappear.
I was born hearing folklore
Of a hare that was too tired
to finish the race.
I was born being the tree that it napped against,
And also the hare
And also the finish line
And also the unfinished line
And never the tortoise.
I was born on Noahs Ark. 
I have always been
The 39th night.
Always close to the sun returning in the morning
But never and closer,
Though I have been a rainbow
And I have held concrete.  
I have gone swimming in the mud.  
I **** the panic with smoke.  
I know all three states of god
Because I was born the
god of something.  
I was born the God of my body
And that's something
That's never going to change.

we met on a whim,
a comment or two,
reading each others soul

words of love
washed down into my heart,
more words would make it grow

as time moved on
i felt closer each day
i could feel the words
her heart would say

a year passed on
then i realized
my feelings
i could no longer hide

my soul
just seemed to feel
at home in her heart
like we knew each other
in another life,another time

i told her this many times
we grew closer and closer
as time moved on

finally i told her
that i was in love
how in the hell can you
fall in love on line
my heart would ask

finally she responded
she was flattered but apperhinsive
but she was interested
we talked on for a while

we laughed and talked
for hours on end,i told her all my dreams
she just seemed to follow them with me

she gave me her number,told me to call
i waited a couple days before i called
her voice sweet and soft as she said hello
my heart skipped as i said
it's me

she fell in love with my voice she said
our love grew in leaps and bounds
we talked for hours,i pulled her in to my life
she told me she loved me to,she didn't understand how it could be true

then one day it all fell apart
she had time to search her heart
a long distant romance could never fulfill her heart
she needed to feel the love that we shared

she told me to come
and we would share our love forever
but i just couldn't go
obligations just wouldn't let it be
so she said goodbye to me...

her responce

What captured me,was the familar of you
i heard it in the sound of your voice
soothing,creative cozy atmosphere like the warmth of being home again.

and then i gathered morsels of the gleeful crazy flavor of you
sprinkled within the lines of all your colorfully creative stories
like highlight spakles of the childlike passion filled heart of you

oh my god,the heart of you,it's smile was so,,
and i swear i felt you wink at me with those tickling lashes of knowing,
knowing you blush filled me to scrumptious liquid rapture,
and then you nourished a deep root in me,a tethering so umbillical,
i felt you twixt my thighs,you were so,
and then i swear i saw my name in it,,
the title of your love story,
and my cheeks swelled with importance,my heart full of stardom,
for i was blooming in the ripple of you, so deep and so familar ...