Hypnotized.
Your slippery lies
look for faster legs
to escape these hands
But i will go round the world
sooner or later
and come back to read to you
the truth
on my face
Guarded [Inktober Day 13]
You taught me how
to wrestle the restless wind
and win
How to cut the air
with my muddy dreams
and anchor them to the clouds
no matter how dense
they were
How run from my days
and the mundane maze of madness they have become
by listening to my self
nothing else
But you never remembered
how to teach me
to protect my iridescent energy
from your tentacles
So I became a raisin
festering
before my seeds
bloomed.
Whale [Inktober Day 12]
I found new prayers
drying with the leaves
on the porch
right next to
the nest of brittle twigs
that was once
your altar
The air is heavy
with the fingerprints
of our sticky guest
who lays his bed
with dust
He leaves a map
on my thirsty skin
and teaches me to read prayers…
Cruel [Inktober Day 11]
A good book
A Happy ending
Natural medicine (brown sugar)
Coconut water
Clean sands
Angry waves
Creamy sunset
Concept albums (Frank)
Unrequited love
These are a few of my favorite things…
Flowing [Inktober Day 10]
Remember the water
that cut thru the rock
as tiny drops of freedom
And ran from the giants
who play with the clouds
leveling the sardine-tight forest
to see-saw with the sand
And keep moving
Forward
thru the night
like water.
Precious [Inktober Day 9]
Never had
Never lost
Forever mine
Ever yourz
Star [Inktober Day 8]
Twinkle twinkle
little diamond
in the middle
Needle of the night
treading silver
through the sky
Weave my a line of sight
as I wrestle shadows
on my way home
Exhausted [Inktober Day 7]
A chest
heavy as Monday morning
cracking under the cold air
of expectation
Tombs
as sad excuses for eyes
look deep into nothing
In search of the silence
of an end
Drooling [Inktober Day 6]
he forgot
to hang his desire
with the still smelly socks
on the sagging lines
outside
it follows
his stale face
and drips
from his caged tongue
as he licks his sweet tooth
Chicken [Inktober Day 5]
The cock pierces
the silence of the night,
jolting weary friends
from their lost meditation
as the day
stretches its hand
from beneath the clouds
to steal the cloth
that hides the memory
of their dark times
together.
light will find their faces
and rob their eyes
of the truth they seek.
The Lost Scrolls 