Three Poems Woven together With A Single Thread

Intent

Words like
Intentionality
gather around,
tightly circling sharks
with the smell of blood
written all over me,
and if I have nothing
left to barter & sell
or even give away
like an organ donation,
useless to the dead,
it's just because intent
turned itself
inside out and uses me
the best way it knows how:

when
I pour salt into my own wounds,
and I light up the sky.


Pawn Shop

How we keep finding one another
is no mystery,
some things like
massive grey elephant hides with
parchment ivory tusks and African ears,
bats with submarine or airplane sonar,
Vampire teeth and arm-chair wings,
are musical instruments,
if anything,
tuning forks of vibrations
in the manifestations of how God
plays the show like a stand-up comic,
steals all the good scenes and
winks in every detail,
hiding behind a dark pawn shop curtain
as you bring in the ticket
to buy back your soul.


Shine


Darling, if you bring your empty cup of passion,
I'll bring you my song of joy, my body of ecstasy,
we'll meet in the golden catherdral
of falling leaves,

we'll make love until hell freezes over
we'll melt the sun, the fields of clover,

we'll die in one embrace
like all Lovers should,
beneath the stars, on the way to a
distant Alleluia
like burning crosses of wood,
like an echo
in a quiet Mosque,
like Venus and Mars,

we'll shine,

we'll shine.