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Between sweat dripping on sunsets lips
Young girl licks her cherry smile
Horizon splits open with her roller blades
Takes to the highway flying by
Jets away with speeds increasing by the mile
Solid body firm and sweet
Hills are happy to be massaged
Then something weird still not conceived
Soon happens as she lifts ball bearing needs
Cuts through heavy grasses in pastures green
Forests come on faster than a bullet
Fall behind her at the speed of light
Roller girl is hungry for the race
Leaves the planet with such grace
Arms lifted to the planets
Breasts open wide to the embrace in outer space
Where racing is a challenge
You can guess there is no stopping her
On the atmosphere she spins awhile
Traveling past Mars before she takes a breath
Music playing in her head set, batteries in place
Merging with the tune of cosmos turbulence
She's dancing along the rings of Saturn now
When she returns for sleeping soft as snow
Not knowing how rolling begins and ends
Wheels still spin remembering
There is burnt wood in this house,
building up the walls, charcoal and brown
There are damp spots on the carpet,
struggling to dry as the time passes-
filling this home with a mildew scent.
Your hands- they smell of butane
as you paint over the stripped and slivered
walls- Candy-chick yellow. Why Yellow? Why him?
Your smile is all shiny, with sweat.
Your eyes are pleading, mascara running
There are no contracts between a mother and daughter
so you didn’t breach it.
"There were no colours in your face,
so I didn’t bleach it."
There is a crackle in your honesty,
a small break in the promise,
A dusty speech that’s thick
with dead things.
Dead things- I am one
Burnt and brittle-boned, lying on the charred carpet.
You bring flowers in to cover-up the odor,
fuel seeps into my veins,
Building up to a great big crunch
I want to step on all your flowers.
Rupture all your olive branches.
But I will conclude in a smile,
wiping crisp flesh from my body
leaving raw and welted skin- red and wanting,
and help you paint the walls
Candy-chick Yellow.
To the boy Elis
by Georg Trakl
translation by Michael R. Burch
Elis, when the blackbird cries from the black forest,
it announces your downfall.
Your lips sip the rock-spring's blue coolness.
Your brow sweats blood
recalling ancient myths
and dark interpretations of birds' flight.
Yet you enter the night with soft footfalls;
the ripe purple grapes hang suspended
as you wave your arms more beautifully in the blueness.
A thornbush crackles;
where now are your moonlike eyes?
How long, oh Elis, have you been dead?
A monk dips waxed fingers
into your body's hyacinth;
Our silence is a black abyss
from which sometimes a docile animal emerges
slowly lowering its heavy lids.
A black dew drips from your temples:
the lost gold of vanished stars.
TRANSLATOR'S NOTE: I believe that in the second stanza the blood on Elis's forehead may be a reference to the apprehensive bloody sweat of Jesus in the garden of Gethsemane. If my interpretation is correct, Elis hears the blackbird's cries, anticipates the danger represented by a harbinger of death, but elects to continue rather than turn back. From what I have been able to gather, the color blue had a special significance for Georg Trakl: it symbolized longing and perhaps a longing for death. The colors blue, purple and black may represent a progression toward death in the poem.
The sun barbequed the skin, raising a tenderized pink glow
to the cheeks of the children in the ramshackle red barn.
The three story hay loft partly empty was bristling with tikes.
Pincushioned with straw, sharp as needles,
in their hair, tee-shirts and socks
an “itch-o-rama” of gross magnitude.
Hoarse screams of “Geronimo!”
propel a girl child out ward over the abyss;
letting go directly over the haystack on the first floor.
Barn boards groan under the weight of her flailing form.
Sweet, so sticky sweet, was the air with sweat, hayseed, and manure.
Red welts form on errant scratches rising up on the her skinny arms.
The boy plops from the thick dangling rope inches from her.
“Hi-Ho Silver!” he hollers; kissing her cheek with a big wet raspberry,
running deer-like from the barn doors toward the pastures awaiting bossy.
Up the stone tossed rock wall he clambers at ankle breaking pace.
Leaping from stone wall to the cow’s back;
“Come on, chicken!” he yells.
The girl follows more timidly watching out for
the broken, blue-bottle, glass shards
that poke out from between the fieldstones.
Reaching cow side, she blows brown hair from her face.
Hands on her tiny hips, she eyes the cow and rider.
The cow evil eye stares at her from one side of its huge head.
He slaps the cows rump. Sneakers wail into cowside
and with an indignant bellow of disgust rider and cow are off, girless,
toward the saltlick, leaving the kiss
and the red barn, but a memory.
I can still feel the weight of the heat colliding with my face as I first stepped off the plane,
And how beads of sweat would tickle my neck the same as when it rained,
How the harsh odor of the atmosphere would nauseate my nose,
And the courage of a people despite our impose,
I hear the splashing of the Tigris as I kneel to rinse my hands,
And how it felt to think that nothing’s promised, even on promised lands,
From wailing sirens and the buzz of the Phalanx at night,
To the popping of shots and the whooshing of helos in flight,
From the honking of horns and roads without lanes,
To swishing through traffic and the jingling of chains,
I hear the whispers of prayer being broadcast through the air,
And the murmurs of locals and their unwelcomed stares,
To the thuds of percussions from bombs in my chest,
Detonated afar but still rattled my vest,
But of all that I remember, I’m fully aware,
That I've left a piece of me there.
Today is good but tomorrow will be better
Today my heart is heavy but tomorrow it will be lighter
Sweat is oozing out of my body dripping from my hands and face
Soaking my shirt as if I was running a long distance race
My Adrenalin is jumping precariously around the town and the heat is
creating havoc in my knees scorching the plants in the first degree
The cars around me are running up down street and curious passengers stared steadfast at me. I can see the frustration on their faces and a strange look in their eyes as if they were reaching out to me and the silence in their voice could be felt from a distance.
I felt myself racing from a distance, racing against time shouldering a burden that is not mine and yet I feel connected to something that’s bigger than me and somewhere in the universe it is waiting for me. It has a romantic lips and a passionate heart but I still cannot bring myself to make that start. It’s bold, it’s fearless and strong; it is deep
The ocean is standing in front of me with open gut reminiscing from the flood and the water lilies are floating around the unsettled mud, it continues to move to where destiny is bound and I continue the struggle this oblique town. I look behind the tree and I saw you standing there signaling to me. From whence did you come, when the damage is already done. From whence did you come, when the battles is already won.
I could feel your vibration from afar and the desire burning in your heart
Smoke billowing in the atmosphere and the birds flying everywhere
The minstrels has competed the round aiming to where destiny is bound
I could feel the rage from afar and tankers rolling gingerly in the dark
You could sense that the universe was coming to an end and the night sky slowly drifting by and somewhere around the bend the tumultuous night came to an abrupt end. I gazed into the dark and your eyes met with mine and our souls interlock.
Starve a fever, feed a cold
Oh what's the use! Achoo!
All the Kleenex in the world
Will not undo this flu
Chicken soup, Vick's Vapor Rub
Capsules, gels and cream
All of Grandma's herbs and spice
With tons and tons of steam
I can't recline, I can't lie down
My septum's full again
My ears are clogged my throat is raw
I just don't know till when!
I guess I'll shiver till I sweat
Or sweat until I'm cold
Or call a friend or eat some toast
Or something much more bold!
I'll stop the moaning stop the pity
Complaining's oh so cheap
When I stop to think of it........
It just makes sense... to sleep!
JOURNEY
MANY MILES ALONG WITH MANY FEET.
WALKED TO LONG TO BE FACED WITH DEFEAT.
I KEEP GOING NO MATTER HOW HARD THE PATH WAY.
MY GOAL IS CLOSER WITH EVERY STEP I TAKE.
THE HILLS ARE LONG AND SOMETIMES HARD YOU SEE.
ITS A TEST OF STRENGTH HAVING NO ONE HERE WITH ME.
ITS SO EASY TO STOP OR QUIT.
BUT THATS THE WRONG WAY I MUST ADMIT.
I MUST TAKE THIS JOURNEY TO FIND OUT WHERE I BEGIN.
MAYBE TO FIND MY LOST SELF AT THE THE END.
THE JOURNEY GETTING SHORTER I CAN SLMOST SEE MY GOAL.
IM SO TIRED ITS BEEN QUITE A TOLL.
IM SO EXHAUSTED DO NOT KNOW IF I CAN GO ON.
TELL MYSELF YOU CAN DO IT LOOK HOW FAR YOU HAVE GONE.
FINALLY IM HERE WITH SWEAT ON MY BROW.
I CANT BELIEVE I MADE ITS CAN NOT SEE HOW.
KIND OF DISSAPOINTED AT THE END CAUSE
DID NOT LIKE WHAT I SEE.
THE ONLY THING WAITING THERE WAS A
MIRROR LOOKING BACK AT ME.
WALKED SO LONG LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO FIND.
HOW STUPID WAS I FOR WALKING BLIND.
NOW WITH EYES OPEN MY JOURNEY IS EASIER TO FOLLOW.
I FEEL MUCH BETTERR KNOWING THE TRUTH
EVEN IF HARD TO SWALLOW.
Form:
A crash of thunder wakened me
as I slept cradled in a tree.
There was fierce growling on the ground.
Something wicked circled around.
I saw the eyes of a beastie.
Its howling was a gruesome sound
Had a dog escaped from a pound
or from quarantine by a vet?
Its canine fangs became a threat
for this creature was a hellhound!
I quaked in fear and broke a sweat.
Deep despair, I began to fret
when deftly he started to climb.
From his drool, it must be mealtime.
Peed on myself; pants soaking wet!
Too young to die; not in my prime,
A ticking clock began to chime.
Can I be saved or tis my fate
to quench its thirst, its hunger sate?
I'm quickly running out of time!
He stares at me as if I'm bait.
My heart races with each pulsate,
hoping this is just a nightmare.
Open my eyes? I do not dare!
His snarling sounds much too irate.
I whispered in fervent prayer,
and slowly, I became aware
of something clawing at the beast,
and on his carcass he would feast.
'Twas the stench of a grizzly bear!
The sun was rising in the East
My brows, deeply furrowed and creased,
pondering the thought that remained,
one I have not yet ascertained...
what should matter the most, not least.
No answer that can be explained,
and no sense of it have I gained
as to why I slept in an oak,
and why my lips have never spoke
of the tree trunk that was bloodstained.
June 15, 2022
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A noble trade a soldier made
To fight and serve my country
The cradle fix indoctrinates
A nationalistic junkie
As in Oman true colours shown
A philanthropic lie
Semper fi, death before dishonor
Ours is to do or die
I fought to serve my country
Well prepared to pay rhe toll
Blood sweat and tears I freely shed
But my country wants my soul
A bloody tale so deftly written
Etched deeply, growing colder
An ode so deathly chilling
In a song sung for a soldier
Carried high in the wind
For whom.the bell tolls
Dark secrets revealed
Like Dead Sea scrolls
I've toiled in the depths
Of a depraved quagmire
My feet engulfed
In brimstone and Hellfire
Though you can't bear the weight
Of a heart that is heavy
When it's your turn to pay
Can you handle the levy
A fight to the death
A bone for to eat
Do you fare any better
Than the dogs in the street
I don't know whence it started
With just one single tear
But pretty soon the damage done
Was far beyond repair
It hangs there in life's war-drobe
A shining Christening robe
Don the garb of Nationalism
That's worn around the globe
The tear in you had lain hidden
As tears so often do
Until that tear is beyond repair
From mending tread or glue
The Devils a joker
If its laughter you're after
But his punchline gets told
In the here ever after
I failed to find the honor
Nor the righteousness of war
Dulcet et decorum est
Is my deeply hidden scar
Our crucifixes broken
Scattered in Elysians Halls
No words of comfort spoken
As the Tears of Jesus fall