the unconscious wisdom
everyday skin
this is nourishment
pen, paper, silence
far from the nervous eyes
where hunger waits with time uneasy
i catch the moment
now still as the final breath
memories come rushing, then disappear
nearer my love
emptiness is a gate
the moon does not hesitate
come darkness
The boys are full of “muthafuckas.”
You don’t want to hear.
I’m afraid of the muthafuckas,
my damned self.
I could get a gun
and shoot some muthafucka,
but he’s only gonna be
twelve years old.
there are no words
no taste of blood
my feet touch the floor
without sound
I stand in the doorway, the sun beating on my chest.
As time kisses you still, I dream hard.
shoulders drop, weight sinking through my elbows.
the fear of knowing you, thinking does not help.
tension is defense and most time, i spend alone.
love soothes anxiety, if you balance the line.
Stone heavy, I move in shadows
Each morning, I dive deeper
For a moment, spread across time
Release feeling into long dead nerves
And what I find is not safe
I try not to force
the natural extension
and cadence.
Searching for an automatic place,
from here, emerge lines
that I can believe.
I trust the voice will not disappear.
Inside the tough exterior
a tidal wave barely moves.
Give me some sign
that you are awake,
lying beside me.
with life in place,
gravity moves weight.
this is the beginning,
alone, we strip bare.
each year, there was less
to remember.
the body wore lines.