I sincerely want
to remember you,

but every time I try,
I get only void,

then all my memories
are left
frameless.

pennys fallen through the floor
like ghosts that slip like whispers
through the doors

storms of soot beneath
thoughts that climb
and linger

the score
keeps
unwinding

the stair case
minding
shadows
and sharp
eccentric gleams

like electric loans
flourescent scenes
rust and ashs
in a tray

your voice still
echoes
and off the history
of parting stays

a lullabye
of sobs come
nightfall

Bonne nuit ma petite alouette.
Tu me manques.
Lorsque la lune est morte
Tu voleras encore.

Hiding in the shadows
creeping through the dark,
meeting in the moonlight
far away from human's mark.

The world further opposed
heartless towards our love.
The forest, a silent promise,
a closet, for emotions inside.

The wind mirrors each kiss.
As each chill embraces our skin,
the fever ignites within.

Moonlit glances of love,
lips soft to each touch.
Night guides love-ridden hands
she understands.

Oh, nice to meet you
Sweet Sandy
Heard you would be passing through

More like running, if you ask me
Quite rude of you
To take my electricity

By the way why do they call you sweet
It must be fear
You really must tire your feet

you leave trouble every town you’re in
my poor trees got nauseous
said it felt like the room is about to spin

By the way how’s it like causing disaster
Believe me you don’t need to run
When it comes to speed you are a master

What if every now and then
within the stream of time
a temporary eddy formed
and a few temporal gallons
flowed back?

But for just a very few
people and/or years
what if one of them were me
or....you
what could I do?

I guess I could warn Kennedy(s)
John Lennon, maybe King
But why would they listen to ME
a single ordinary man?

Maybe I could find my younger self
in nineteen seventy three
and even prove that I am he
perhaps the young I would heed me

King is born

the glass filleth with love

and

hope as a new one is born
a replica to remind us
of lost ones,
as their memory returns…

that you have taken the initiative
to bless the couple
so let the world also know,

the rich life that lies ahead

and

the burden that also will lie
on this new born’s head

and

as he awaits his turn
he surely will leave a legacy in return

to seed more happiness and love
for those who will
later on lead the world….

We thought court racism was done
the judicial battles all hard won
til hatred took another son
and we found justice suddenly gone.

For we discovered when a killer
stalks and scares and shoots a youngster
all he needs is just one juror
To sell his self-defense to as a cover

So now I tell my teen-aged son
that when he steps out on his own
he must make sure that he's alone
and not the target of a gun
aimed by some murdering racist scum.

yankee hotel foxtrot

rain sizzles like a hot wind on spurned
skin

the vision taps gleam
hotly in the flicker of light
the crash falling
in through the dark black waves
of sleep

bright as a wing
full of sunset

a violet
does not shrink from the foot
that stepped on it
only its scent remains paraphrased...

i.

in my dream,
I called out your name
but you were sleeping

I was being chased by an unknown
assailant and then the dream
ended

perhaps love
is frightened to death

ii.

no matter how many times

I write fuck me fuck me fuck me,
I want it bad.  hard.  pulsating inside
me,
it ain't the real thing, never is.

not for you and not for me.  neither