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Juveniles are likely the ones to do something stupid when the police are in pursuit. Climbing on railcars, parked where the lumber yard and stockyards are served, on a late spring evening as a self-imposed dare is something fun to get away with. But when your friend reports that the cops are coming and you scamper towards home, the adrenaline surge fuels stupid maneuvers. An abrupt U-turn at the edge of a building, I swung my left leg and made full-throttle contact with the rolled edge of metal feed trough resulting in a bone-deep gouge along my knee cap. I limped home, lifted my pant leg to see the blood stream being soaked up by my sock and to my surprise I rather calmly announced to my mother that I needed to go the hospital.
Walking up uneven sidewalks—
up cracked little hills of pavement,
past dingy apartments
gliding through trailer parks—
rough rails and low fences
skidding my fingertips—
reaching the dampened street.
Through an empty crosswalk
where children once would
wait to pass—
vigilant cross guards leading
laughing kids to safety.
Staring ahead at navy-blue walls
once where gathering peers chattered,
beholding the path ahead through the
towering gate—
my heart flutters in
fearful bittersweet.
I wander through those familiar
school gates now darkened—
glaring in the dead of night.
“Go home,” it warns,
as I pass—wiry wind behind me
rattling the black metal
openings.
“It’s dark out here.”
No voices…
No teachers…
No students…
No faculty…
No giggling…
No taunts…
No lunch lines…
No time-outs…
No tardy slips…
No restrictions tonight—
but there is trash from yesterday
splayed along the wet grounds—
midnight rain ceasing.
Do I feel exhilaration
or shame walking through
this graveyard of academia?
What am I learning in this
strange silence?
I try not to recall
the dead black cat wedged
in a crevice of split concrete,
located in a locked, gated corner
past the large, muddy PE field.
I used to play there.
I would gaze through that locked gate,
terrified of what I would see—
but it was empty
Then.
Now,
near the edge of school grounds,
I hear her hiss from where I stand,
as if she is warning me.
I would hate to be
locked up into your dark corner—
destined to gaze up lifeless
at an unforgiving night sky—
destined to exist lonely
amongst the screams,
coaches’ whistles and laughter
from oblivious children and teachers.
In my wildest dreams,
I hold endless keys to locked gates—
filled with ends and hard truths
most will fight to forget.
She taught me something
that makes my blood grow cold:
there is far more to learn now
than ever before—
beyond these school borders.
Pancake Gorilla Onion
It is obvious, the connection
Pancake, gorilla, onion
Walking down the street of all conclusions
Closed in on all sides by saffron meadows
On all fours if you like
Reached before the end
Hidden below the surface
All words emerge sooner or later
What's next on the agenda
Do you expect us to believe
Troglodyte, ash tray, light bulb
Don't say I didn't warn you
Is ash tray even a word
Bless me with the metal aspergillum
Holly water thirsty first
How ridiculous that sounds
Pancake gorilla onion
Will have the final word
*Authors note: aspergillum is a real word. You have to dig a little bit to find it. It is a religious metal device or object used to sprinkle holy water at religious ceremonies.
This place —cold and famished,
abandoned —
Recalling issues of broken mortars
And mildewed, hinge-leaning pestles . . .
Desiccated and forlorn,
Like a lychgate in a church of battle,
This place reeks of unholiness, with the
Spring of wild, rioting grass, invading
Where we hitherto gathered and sat the
Setting sun out of the wilting clouds.
Fragile fraternity hangs on the decaying soot
Of fireplace metal basket, rusty and time-dispersed.
The unknown saw has gnawed mightily
At our sacred trees and our shrines have crumbled;
Broken doors and lintels devoured by wood ants
Raise questions about wood dust lodging at
Our lungs.
There’s cold serenity here, my kinsman —
And a rift of dismemberment.
Your eyes, a storm, a captivating fire
Pulled me in close, fueled by raw desire
Whispers started, shadows in the night
Tales of broken hearts, in pale moonlight
A legacy of pain, a trail you leave behind
Twisted satisfaction, tearing up your mind
State of emergency, declared inside my head
Sirens scream your name, a warning I have read
I'm not apologizing, for slamming shut the door
You're a hurricane of chaos, I can't ignore
A State of emergency, saving what's left of me
From guilt hungry, eternally.
Wear your father's madness, a crown of thorns
Repeating patterns, since the day you were born
Chasing fleeting pleasure, power in the fall
But guilt's a hungry monster, it will swallow all
Reconciliation's empty, without a debt repaid
A license to destroy, another life betrayed
A State of emergency, declared inside my head
Sirens scream your name, a warning I have read
I'm not apologizing, for slamming shut the door
You're a hurricane of chaos, I can't ignore
A State of emergency, saving what's left of me
From guilt hungry, eternally.
We're oil and water, baby, a volatile mix
You crave the drama, I just need the fix
Of peace and quiet, sanity restored
I said what I said, and every word I meant
Is the truth, my dear, a line you can't erase
You got what you want, a tragic, empty space.
State of emergency, declared inside my head
Sirens scream your name, a warning I have read
I'm not apologizing, for slamming shut the door
You're a hurricane of chaos, I can't ignore
A State of emergency, saving what's left of me
From guilt hungry, eternally.
Eternally forever...
In a State of emergency…
Gasoline and Fire
You're not me… And I’m not you...
listen,
the whispers
of leaves
turn colour
autumn is here.
now that you are gone
who will wake every morn
to lift the sun
unveil the sky
etch in the clouds
who will paint the rainbow?
i had a dream and in the dream i wove you a poem
i used the fiber of my character to create spools of silken thread
dipped in the juices of my passion i dyed them in the colors of my imagination
re-enforced each and every single strand with the strength of my love
touch,
the echoes
of the rain
- waters
- blossoms spring.
now that 'us' is just a word
no longer with you as one
i alone wind up metal toys
cut out paper dolls
the beach swept from under my feet
the child in me flees.
spun spools from the intricacy of my spirit
designed a pattern
to the rhythm
of the music
of my inner thoughts
enamoured in your vision
crystal beads gather on my brow
as i toil your finely bred gift
as i braid every part of me
with every memory
into every sliver of fabric
taste,
uncut
snow shapes
crisp cold
ices the wintertide.
instead now rusted
a fools gold chain of loneliness
hangs around my neck like a noose
mourns a union that once had breath
a twosome that now is dead.
see,
the sand sculptures
paint
rekindle
a childhood summer
past.
sew in the loving glow emits my flawless dreams
with my boiling blood initial my woven piece
my work at an end i awake
you lay there a wingless angel asleep
smiling as if you heard a bell ring
your boundless warmth embraces me
the moon no longer smiles
the stars no longer wink
smell,
seasonal airs
stimulates senses
memories they deliver.
without a touch
barely - i kiss you.
in this
my decade of one
hope is a wickless candle
the night just day without light
in the glee,
hopes and dreams,
in the human spirit,
lives the miracle of life.
magnificent
voices in every pitch
deep and resounding,
the melody of echoes and whispers – uncut.
Jan 4 2017
With Love
Armand
(09/11/11)
Ten years later and we still feel the pain
So many innocent lives was taken that day.
The memories of our brave forces running to
Save a life, not thinking of themselves
Or the sacrifice.
And the twin towers Falling to the ground
And hearing Peoples screams and every type of sound,
The sounds of the buildings collapsing
and the sounds of metal starting to bend.
Will it ever stop? Will it ever end?
These are just a few of the memories
that stay in our minds, and they will
Last till the ends of time.
Over three thousand lives were taken
And they say that 343 of them were firemen and women
And police officers who gave their lives that day
And we honor them, in all that we do and say.
Seeing the white dust that covered every street.
And the clouds of smoke that billowed to the skies
These are the memories that will stay with you and I.
For each American there is a different memory
Outside of town, a cluster of circus folk
were clanging stakes into summer's ground.
It was a lively event:
with a sequined lion tamer
heavily muscled trapeze artists
the smell of cheap carnival food
and watered-down drinks.
A stuffed Sabre-toothed cat was paraded in a cage.
While a chimp blew kisses to bubble-popping music.
Clowns and sparkling ladies
manically smiling between everything...
I was sitting at home that night.
Thinking about the gentle gray giant.
Who'd given rides to children all night.
Without a break or complaint.
Slowly walking her tiny circle of misery,
Sadly, chewing away on something unseen.
After the performers took a victory lap...
I watched the elephant handler, fingering his cash.
Within the grand shadow of "Viola," his meal ticket...
Metal hook flashing from the loop in his pants.
I'd contributed a link to that thick chain
around Viola's gray pillar leg...
That was the last circus I would ever attend.
I tucked out the earth with both my shaky arms.
I sighed out loudly till a sob terrified me to death.
A giant heart touched me with my final breath.
No dark disguise, by God, can hide this charm.
The earth is heart-shaped, and heaven is above.
Beyond pure joy, souls might encounter God.
They refuse to split, or the sun sets over a trod.
The heart can pulsate water rise and earth move.
Deathly sleep at the mercy of brutality.
The Earth's ultimate radiance was lost.
All the huge hope ever to be given had a cost.
His once proud world was ruined by humanity.
A haughty beast has conquered the earth.
A world where neither love, life, nor death matter.
His conduct was utterly impolite and shatter.
No friendship, no religion, not a shred of worth.
He usually came to a halt due to his torn feet.
He hefted a broken metal remnant in his hand.
Looking everywhere to find the burgundy land.
Throw it away and proceed without deceit.
I asked the stranger why he was there, instead.
Where does battered earth gaze up at the stars?
It might be a gift from a loyal friend of the arms.
I caught sight of his eyes as he tilted his head.
What are you seeking with those epic eyes?
I urged once more where the false heroes fell.
Faith is always and forever buried and can tell.
For steel, he urged to design a blade of surprises.
Written: October 20, 2022
I am, the nothing
I am, the everything
The embers of misty memories
The heat in the heart of forbidden love
The futile ashes of yesterdays beginnings
The storm-filled air
Where treasonous thoughts fight for acceptance
In a mediocre existence
I am copper and colour and molten metal
Fused with love, hate, passion
Enraptured by vision in a blinded existence
A babies cry, a banshees wail
The olfactory reverence of a loved ones perfume
I am silk and velvet, leather and lace
The eagle, both regal and soaring
The bear, gruesome, yet protective
The Earth, the Heavens
The all and the nothing...