missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
the twist of the arm the braking of ones bones the ripping of flesh as you tear away the barbed wire the crushing of ribs as you breat…
as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek
the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
the bray is gay in may sway will be okay display the tray play today pay and replay
i don’t know where they come from i don’t know where they are going they have a mind of their own they speak about UN-understandabl… i sometimes search for them
as the hearts truth was once told on gray with red letters to match the blood spilt from it’s top, with the cap
then one spirit says to the other i will do it this way the other says no . and i,.. - well i, .. i get stuck in the middle
a funny thing about poetry is that you can paint any mask with color and hue, of your choosi… weather belief or doubt or dare will some times make you stare
all my progress was placed in the lost or stolen box as the train of eyes cross the sky in puffs of clouds racing for the chicken soup
emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air
moving to where the stink bugs nev… stink their stink around my nose chew on plants to make them grow clearing the way as we endeavor to rid the world of the critter
tracking the shadow of the bird to know the hearts desire is all the people heard in s.o.s. through the wire with out being a liar