Monthly Archives: February 2015

(Day 1: Haiku) Bones Made of Water

Mystical Well

side bones,

Brought me here,

like jazz and blues

I dig in high waters…

Space

Dear clutter, it’s been swell. Living underneath the piles of flimsy wash-cloths and moldy shelves.

I’ve tried, and you’ve lied, about the mess nobody makes.It takes courage to thoroughly clean,

Beneath basements and baseboards.

Look what we’ve become!

Shabby and raggedy,always nagging bout the times when you was as fine as oatmeal.

Please.

I’m not asking.Still my space..

The loaves

My tears are no ordinary waters.

It was here, my gut rose to take its place.Its gonna be alright.

My life, is gonna be alright.Have a small bite,

These rainy cycles of loving me.All because I indulged in dark cherry, brownies …

Wait never mind the calories…

Got down in the bottom of skillet,

feeling good…

When my soul speaks

She was not just a pretty orange to peel.Her vitamin c, drove back the mucus of icicles.

Hacking deeply like rusty faucets,

sputtering brown,

then yellow ,almost pasty clear.

She would not quit, come too far in the snow.

Open the oceans wide and you’ll find me.

In the arms of hope,

I’m finding my way to life….

Humble Sense

Black Waters Spice,

You do something nice,

A comfy currant with cinnamons and cayenne.

Inside my Low-days,

Fishy-grey thoughts.

I do blame,

wash away with Lavender & Sage.

My black waters spice

I found my happy, smells good too…

Crazy

She picked and scratched her edges.Her uterus burst forth in hunger.

By default she gravitated toward evil and worshipped,

in meal,in song,in suffering.

Trying to hold crazy together.

Her crooked places made her stumbled in

Amen,Amen Amen.

Her Halleluiah, swallowed vigorously the evil she had married in her head,

sinner and saint.

Amen.Amen.Amen

She would be driven out in bullet holes,HIV,and over grown-fur coats.

Trying to hold crazy together.

Amen.Amen.Amen

Run.Run.

Run with your Amen

Trying to hold crazy together…