Ernest Robles Poet Free verse

Her Eyes Within the Sun

HER EYES WITHIN THE SUN


IN my eyes in the sun
here little Efflie's head
all made of gingerbread
summer's stench so i called
so i met the judgment call
of boiling heat and life's stench
i walked toward the coffin lid
and washed away the steel rain

And winds sometimes are too long
for soul snakes and in youth i
pray Jesus you sent a black hole
to wash away the filth and pain
black-hole won't you come
and third crumb won't you come
laughing as though they were alive

So i hang my head -- black-hole 
eyes wash away (*won't you come)
universe imAGINE i sAY 
this is my little sister & i could
(bellowing through the noise)
And then in my shoes of youth
i sent someone: black-hole come
and a last crumb wash some same
whispered God//come//come/come
/won't you come/  
Just imagine as i lay and say
so come to me my black hole heart
God amongst a monstrous din
making little steps into the
hole of understanding little 
Efflie so come so come so come
-- colored face of her biggest
whey -- her eyes within the sun

:: 01062016 ::

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