Help
so if help came
would you take it?
and if it came in a package
would you open it?
if it came as dung from a bird
would you wash it away?
and if it came as a beautiful woman
would you say hello?
if it came to you as rain
would you open an umbrella?
and if it came as a cash bill
would you pick it out of the gutter?
if it came as your mother
would you plug your ears?
and if it came as this poem
would you see the point?
Short
Poem
length is not important
unless you value
the tangible you can feel
over the passion
in your heart.
is it not better
to know thyself
than to touch your skin
and revel in its solidity?
A Child's
Prayer
dear God, i'm kneeling by my bed
my eyes are closed, i bow my head
i thank you God for all you've done
for mom, for sis, for everyone
my family whom i love and trust
that is, except for uncle Russ
i'm so confused, i don't know why
he comes in my dreams, it makes me cry
it's cool when he gives me twenty bucks
or gives me toys, like Tonka trucks
but other times, when he stops by
for barbecues or to just say hi
we go downstairs and shut the door
and uncle Russ ain't cool no more
he asks to look, takes off my pants
and takes my hands, we start to dance
he pulls me close, he groans and moans
i wish he'd just leave me alone!
off comes my shirt, his clothes off too
then we do things i hate to do
he makes me kiss and suck and grab
his ass, his mouth, his dick, his bag
then like my dreams he shakes and comes
that's good 'cause then this thing is done
dear God, those times i called your name
his dick inside me when he came
dear God, i think you just don't care
am i naïve to think you're there?
More
Than Most
i can see light
it flirts with my senses and unlocks
the sensuous gaze of consciousness on the
conscious world
snaps it from its selfishly self-imposed introspection
and as the fog clears and the vapour mist
disintegrates, annihilated and dispersed
my mind creeps to the surface
and engorges its mental gullet and
swallows deeply
a dawn has broken
on a terrain that knew only dusk
the twinkling dark that fades from black
and melts into a crimson fire
inspires a tease of faint orange
and tickles me internally
but the process of comprehension is overwhelmed
by such a tremendous iridescent roar
that silences the meagre whisper
of an age now past
a coup of colour collapses a matchbox
of memories and discarded occurrences
they alight and smoulder
under the assault of that which is coming
now
and my mind's eye smears the sleep
clutching at its corners
and tries to grab the evolution
in sharper focus
orange yields to lemony yellow
that feeds the glucose to spring
the fire from inside
like a cork i fly towards the light
with creaky bones and twitching muscles
i hurt as i hurtle
with grey in the lead, and
white and red close behind
where am i going
and what of the ashes behind me?
streaked with burning derision
mental manumission
unfettered, fanned and snuffed
while the gleam and glare that i
stare at, that scorches my retina
and remains to live again while i
scream in unquenched desire for less
more than most
i need less pain, less fire
but yet
the overpowering glow of the sun
draws me closer
slashes at my psyche
i ignore the flaming death of my past
and march on
ever forward to the light.
Twist
streams against a wall
cuts melding edges
solids wafting in air
clean clothes washed in mud
bolted-down couches flying
powerboats riding the wavy grass
a single tear winks a smile
piles of single sheets of script
side by side on a surfaceless sky
stars shining dimly under the sunny clouds
running at a standstill
while the end begins.
Face
Me
shaken
displaced
completely thrown for a loop
distressed
confused
unable to process the truth
lies lay low
the boldly hypocritical
but the truth sets free
the lash of recrimination
how do you look yourself in the eye?
snake tongued duplicity
cuts creases from cheek to chin
superimposing the malevolent
over your sardonic grin
gritted teeth grate the greatest
into shredded sympathies
uttered under halting breath
aspirated where aspiration dies
shaking hands and my third eye cries
depth of knowledge rouses fear
to fulminate inside of me
and shatter sheltered self-silence
foaming like soap scum in rivers
cleansing nothing but the conscience
of the perpetrators of slime
proceeds to impoverish me
in my enveloped pain
i grip for the shoreline but it
is too slick to grasp
do i lose hold of my reality?
clouds
clear
space opens to light
rain
drops
light burns my pride
what do you tell me
that makes me believe
that your love matches mine?
i face my truth, but can you
face me with your deceptively clear
self-assured judgement
claiming to know me
when you know not yourself?
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