Small Town John

I went to see.

To take space.

To hold ground.

I saw your work.

I was not surprised.
Teaching your audience about Jesus.
Likening your subject to him.
Preaching Joy.  and Love.

and I
wept.

for the duplicity.

at the injustice.

and: for the picture you get to paint of yourself.

to show the world.

While in secret
you
held
me down.

with the strength in your upper arms and
i
twisted

away.

there was no

Joy

in our

Love


you are: abuser

of the weak

destroyer : of innocence

leecher of: freedom.

i am not: survivor...



you are: taker.

hideous: is your facade.

i am: broken.

beautiful is my scar.

Stream

today

I'm going to create

instead of wait

for my internet feed

to disappoint me

post.title

don't show me the way
unless you're for real

you can't read my palms
unless you're well trained

Poem To the Night

(I get familiar with the late night hours
the late night hours
the late night hours)

I wrap the night around me like a shawl to welcome home
Celebrate the absent judgements in defiance of the throne
All that was the cage of expectations left behind I'm freed
From the hours of persuasion that belong to daylight's greed.

(I get familiar with the late night hours
the late night hours
the late night hours)

i see beauty

i see beauty everywhere, and what i see i share
i do not share cute colors
i do not share smooth words
i share my love and make my love to be what is unheard
i do the things i say i'll do and take care of my children too

empty

footfalls heard inside a hall
moving faster from it all
moved a home-made distance now
just for a little while

buses broke down hobbled gore
childhood chants are heard no more
echoes along ribcaged floor
my pain goes with them and theirs 
follows where I go

tears and crunching, falling under
foots fall down the heart hall of me

Shrieking Saviors

Shrieking Saviors, who am I?
staking life on endless pantomimes
holding on to this and then this and then this
hair is braided to one side
breasts of chicken baking strips
in honey and soy sauce
couch shopping....
god, anything shopping....

makes no sense.