wail.

these
poor
"cymbal"
crashes
down into the base
of your skull
or
maybe your spine
i have a tattoo of you
that i haven't gotten
just yet
but the blood is there
i'm ready
and i'm willing

these poor
cymbal crashes
into the back of the bedroom
where wrists are
not what they used to be
and i'm wailing
the siren
of lost























(__________________________)

Grandpa Joe

My grandpa Joe passed away last week.
So strange that he is not here.

There are a lot of memories of him.

His brown, brown skin
and his baseball caps
homeade tattoos
and cigarrettes.
He was old school.

The only pictures that I have of he and I
are from my 1st birthday
(no lie)
I was little,
on his lap
and he is touching my nose
with his index finger
and I am smiling at him
in some quiet,
beautiful
marvel
like
who the hell
is this guy
who the hell
is he not?

The only other pictures I have of him
are newer ones,
when he is older
-riding horses, sitting in the garage, smoking out of his pipe, smiling into the camera
because he was now a changed man.

I'm glad he was a changed man.

Rest in peace grandpa Joe.

gats in the back

i remember


driving in his car
summer was beside me
windows were rolled down
my hair was growing
grown
gone

and he was asleep,
sickly
on the bedroom floor
huddled in warm materials

and i was escaping to run errands
and listen to this new music
that i had rambled inside my head

and their voices
were chants
that were never coming back
and i drove without melody
or even a simple thought

i drove like i was carrying a knife or a gun

the fearless one

smokey rose

somehow
i honestly
believe that if i
stop drinkin coffee
and start drinking smokey tea
that words and
lyrics and movements
will start coming back to me.


time to start the morning ceremony.

the round-up

proud of my friends:


machu, always searching
andrea, trekkin'
jimmy, forever writing
aaron, hero of the youth
amy rose, always singin'





and this is something to aspire to.

EQUALITY WILL PREVAIL

this afternoon
a California judge
overturned
a hateful, unjust
law
and made
a whole lot of people
happy.

thank you mr. white man for creating history today.

California, let's fucking finally end this.

lovely bloodflow

i think that working in an environment
that has actual living, breathing people
would better for my mind.

communication is needed.












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