Whisper to my heart child
Bright feather-fall
Inside my heart
I am so green and new
Round eyes staring at blue
Oh how birds sang then
To the me that still looks out
These old windows
Dreaming of red dirt fields
Blue and yellow white
Grey scissor-tails
How the aria of my soul
Flies like those kites
We made from spray paints
News papers and rolls of twine


Taste the way the land feels
How Nature shows you It’s alive
Hold the earth in open arms
Eat the sunshine and the rain
This is not real this now
Not one moment
What is real was is and ever will be


Hell Is A Creature

Where is the next one
Who can get close to this fire
Without being burned?

They are so few

This mind was destined
For this shell

But they do not fit
They do not match
The ones that match


How many ways
Are there to leave?
My jihad is to choose


Someone told me once
Be a ghazi
They are leaving too

The rock stays
On the shore


Waves dance away
Sparkling in the sun
Fire made this rock
Fire is this soul

Where is the next one
Who can get close to this fire
Without being burned?

The Meat Chain

Long blond true blue
The space between thighs
The requisite size
Perfection partitioned
No nylon tan
Faked silken skin

Real hentai mama
Bouncing in midriff polka-dots
Drinking jello shots

Around her an entourage 
Like Phoolan prettied up
Only no price paid
She never wished but received
Every desire

They were men on fire
One came and even knelt
One young Greek stood
Angry in the corner
She had ordered him away
For being too possessive

He sulked in smoky darkness
Unable to walk away
His eyes burned hungry traces
On every part of her he knew
She was the mother
Of his daughter
One she never wanted
Left at home with dadi
For this constant adulation

For THIS one
I was second.

When he came off stage
He brought her to meet me
He forgot I was a dancer
When he met me
I was
Not as high on the meat chain
But he made me stop
Exposing myself for men
Now he was chasing that again
Only she had a TRAIN….

I looked at my long dowdy skirt
Long sleeved shirt hiding more freckles
I never could tan
I tried

In side that night
She came to me and cried..
“I want him for myself…
Will you please ask him to choose?”

The baby girl cried
In the crib in he back room
She screamed at the child…
She ran in tears outside
I cried
With the little girl….
We were never good enough.

He came home from the bar
That evening
I faced him
My heart erased him
“Who do you choose?”

“I choose her.”

I left then as cold as the last ice age
She left him four months later
We were friends again…

“I love you”….

I tried to make it work for ten
But then again…
Her face was always there staring
Down the meat chain.

The Face

Serious always
But the rare smile
Is like a second sun
Warming every friend around
Who can see it
I am jealous
I can see that smile
Only in a photograph
If it moves me so
In static non motion
How much more
Does it make hearts dance
Who can stand nearby
Even strangers
Must smile when you smile
How is it I can feel you who are
Without being near
Yet you are as near to me
As my hands that type these words
As lovely as the light
That comes out
In that smile
Is every mountain ever climbed
Snow and treelines green
In season
In that smile are birds flying
Rain falling
Wind singing treetop music
In that smile
Are all the centuries
It took to make it
All the ones who came before
Chaining each locked on the other
Like lovers made
Until love made that smile
Until that smile becomes love
Another link will lock
In time chaining love to love
And I will be jealous not to see the smile
That a new smile sees
Opening it’s eyes on the earth
Still surrounded by angels
Seeing them more clearly than this life
So did you and I
Once the same
Smile toothless smiles at golden light
You are beautiful
So poor an expression of the heart
It houses
Until you smile