Trail of light

Careful when you follow a light of the pitch forks lurking in darkness Darkness lives just a little at the corners of light
Like two lungs gasping for one long breath.

spectator

I watch for behind the screen as you
bleed, holy white blood over water
I look into you but cannot see you
I cannot touch your holy face, or smell your earth
I am only a spectator and the show goes on
and onward without questioning
and I still watch as the sky rains fire
once more.

The rose

Today I went and bought you this
The child said, holding between
thumb and index
a carefully, perfectly red rose
I've been carrying this, he paused
I hope it arrived safely,
just for your eyes to see
Mama, hold it
smell it. Please don't let it die
feed it water. feed it love, he implored
and ran into the evening sun.
Mama smiled as she held the rose,
smelt it, felt it and fed it water drenched kisses,
the red, nylon and plastic rose.

in longing

when the sunshine pierces you
and when the smell of earth reminds you
of a million lost boys, of rage, or of beauty
Press onto your sores, smile and enjoy the memory
with its every shade of color, taste, smell or little tortures
A moment will never repeat itself twice.

Carry me

I wake up to
the morning prayer-
Four plastic beads run through my hands
I chant
repeat
Carry me to your high walls
Carry me to your holy lit face
Carry me to safety

Where have I gone?
I never lost my foot before
my hands no longer grip
My ashen face, blurred eyesight do not promise
an easy explanation
I last recall
It was a bend near the road
Between the dough smelling morning baker
and the glistening twilight
instead of the sun, darkness descends once more
Carry me to your high walls
Carry me to safety

and when the darkness descends
It seems I met with a blaze, I met with the morning flames
 my body receives a living cremation
The beads roll, each sprinting into a different direction
North of the walls
east of the holiness.

I can see my mother,
ripping out her hair, wailing
ailing
my sister couldn't stand on her two feet
now they- my father and two young brothers
draped in darkness, void of human color
carry me
to the high walled, marble based tower
bellow soil
they all wipe tears as they
carry me towards your holy face
carrying me to the hands of safety
by the vigil of candle light, a sprinkled rosary
and the evening call for prayer.

dream baby

sand the pig, 
thunder she saw, sand in her upcoming birth
Three birds and a thoughtless brick goat
Jumping around, hoping on a soft meadow
The world was drowning in the storm
It was just a case of colorless sand
with no thunder to birth
Nothing to deliver 
it all flashed
before she opened her eyes.

the Pier

From the stars to the void
The dollars  ring empty
empty to the woman dangling her head
Off the pier.