*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 

 

Gone

The city swallowed you-

The day steals upon where your vastness unveils itself 

 Dancing dispersing shadow and 

A warmth falls onto the face now 

 Sometimes apologies jangle from the tongue

Sometimes quietness quickens its flow to you 
                  Gone now