i LET the tears fall down my face beneath the shame of living weak
i told Gabriel take me all inside my heart is a Sun
mostly never seen — and they burn away | oh yea yea
i FORGET the summer banks of French shores
but brothers died there so i relate
all for war
all for whores
all for personalities
Sliding like dead souls on the malaise yesterday
shivering whirling yet i move o — somewhere
deep inside like an old soul crystalling so i jump
too much i blush i sharpen my rage
you left me so never to be the Goliath of your Word
citizens bragues trampled by traps of cracked minds.
Their dirty hands cleaning the gout of urine on the war-
spread sidewalk where bodies lengthen in the sun’s heat.
Poltergeist activity continued at nuisance level — a coke can
returned time after time to the top of my burea inside my bedroom.
Fork and spoon hiding rather shyly in the sink — children’s characters all
me dying. And Bill and Ben of the Flowerpot
Men, coming back to check upon the child
i am. I jumped inside the car of my best friend
from the 16th century and we rode out screaming
:: 10.25.2022 ::