POETRY,
Here I plant an agony in the soil of my skin to grow another face to hide behind, I wet the bitch that cries to grow the welfare of my gardens tout on spellish vines and dirty monkey memories. When I perform, I am the hands that clap, whip, and play but these days I boo in microphones with palms sore as my back.
Here I plant an agony in the soil of my skin to grow another face to hide behind, I wet the bitch that cries to grow the welfare of my gardens tout on spellish vines and dirty monkey memories. When I perform, I am the hands that clap, whip, and play but these days I boo in microphones with palms sore as my back.
LOVE
Now I pay the tolls in quiet sands
In hopes the weight it takes
Off my parents’ ears
Can balance newborn wail.
The coddled baby’s tear
leaves these adult eyes
To a salty beard.
Where care comes, it goes
Unnoticed and set
In gelatin. How clear
Can a shield be without
Showing soft spots
Behind? My love
Allows a weakness,
My weakness allows
A love. Oh Moses,
Shown forgiveness,
Led men up to the gates
But Jesus, shown the gates,
Led men up to forgiveness.
