picked

For the Hearts,

that either 
had to wait 
in line, 
to face the bullet 
or leave Home.

Oct 18, 2017

This afternoon
like the convulsions of a mother's womb, 
the place and the circumstances
pushed me out the bay,
despite the weather and the rain.
Drifted out with the wind on my back. 
Like my childhood. 
Then came the time to climb 
and toil back up. 
Only when it was 
the distance of a shout 
from the shore
I stopped 
and looked at the lights 
on the land. 
Despite the cold 
and the rain 
it felt like being cushioned on the clouds. 
In that cerebral moment, 
I yielded to the wind 
and thought of the time when 
it is difficult to say good by.

Fear

The world
is small enough
to be a grave stone
for me one day.
Does it matter
which dirrection
I stretch my feet?

Ladle

Like a pot of sour soup, 
boiled with bile 
and the spit of the poisoned children
I was stirring the universe 
and watching the turns it was taking.

-then throwing logs off of men under it.

you are the eye of the universe.
in the night next to the stars
it is you with whom all converse.