World Poetry Day

“By paying tribute to the men and women whose only instrument is free speech, who imagine and act, UNESCO recognizes in poetry its value as a symbol of the human spirit’s creativity. By giving form and words to that which has none – such as the unfathomable beauty that surrounds us, the immense suffering and misery of the world – poetry contributes to the expansion of our common humanity, helping to increase its strength, solidarity and self-awareness.”

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ON THE HUNT (I/S)

Burning along the Wavelength

Hanging on spirals as a dead man kicking-

Sticking to the point, the beak plunges,

Talons lunge into the lungs to pluck

a breathing, feasting- Life devours itself

as the serpent its tail

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Arms Plutonic

Would A woman as You turn away

For what THEY say? My sight shouts from Sheol 

While missiles of imprecations

Bless their detonations against my flesh

Mortal spirits hear this-the Aloness

Of a Witness wandering wastes and wonders

Blanketed by moonlight, thus blackened, hence one

Hears a blight burrow into the world

As though a tree tricked by Kali to grow

An anti-life birthing berries

whiter than dissolution. Would you,

A siren singing my drowning, offer

This fruit to me, or beg my leave?

Would you allow THEM to say you? What say You?

Enfold yourself in my arms & know no harm

–A hymn of Silence reigns now

*Rebirth-Black Laquer Prelude (I/S)

Obsidian-the slice sliding home to route

Uprooting vine and vein,  branch and fang 
With a cut clean as scalpels , too deep 
Like deluges sang by Typhon 
Sword of storm shattered and all that mattered 
Scattered into atoms 
Schismed the sigil of before 
Rebirthed from star’s core to breathe my dying
*this poem takes place before Ceiba time

Drink (Outer Spiral)

  

Bring your cup here and be filled with plumes of fires 

Secreting themselves between trees where hide 

moonbeams minding the tune you spell your doom to. 

Yes- dance to the song tearing tendon, strumming 

every string to the beat of a breath leaving itself 

Doin’ All Right (O/S)

Split my pants, flat on my bike 

But I’m doing all right Smoke my pipe &  saw the 

sights 

B/c I’m doing all right
Ate too fast, talked my funk But I’m doin alright 
Home at last, layin’ it down 
B/c I’m doing all right 
Move too fast, still out of cash
But I’m doin’ all right 
Lit some hash which flicked the gas 
B/c I’m doin all right 
Evicted & still a man convicted 
But I’m doin all right 
Sittin chillin doing nothin’
Because I’m doin’ all right

An Agony: Response to Rumi (DNA)

“What is the soul? I cannot stop asking”-Rumi
The silence of doubt fills me like a cup with shadow 

And longing for lightning to strike me 

down with the truth which whispers from beneath eaves and between bird wing 

Help me! Help me! My soul suffers for a drop 

As one burns alive inside and out 

Without a doubt words fail me 

The rawness seeping with all me wounded 

From the search- won’t you walk with me? 

 

Wave Man

Neither servant to reason or faith

For my sacred place is Now 

As my ship gleams port to bow

“Sailing a wilder sea, a darker wave”

To meet the face of my destiny 

Looking like & into “me”

Where there is no I-

Only birds & blue sky 

Cracked road & open Eye