(2013)
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.