May 2012


My neighbour is slowly disintegrating.

I had an argument with God this morning

about my own…

And this fucking fear that pushes shame

into all of my actions…..

I’m bored with these human emotions….

The riddles wound into my DNA

that can take a life time to unwind.

I just want to Love with out the pain

of insecurities and longing.

Love thru the nature of knowing self

and reaching out to other.

Let love have me

dirty,

clutching the red chair beside the garage

begging Kari to let me smash it

as she talks about grocery shopping

with her lover

tears in my eyes….

I know

there is

a

becoming

through these

voices…

 

that looks

nothing

like the images

in my mind.

Small hands and loose change

give way.

Glass becomes dirt.

Broken bones a weather vane.

Heart

presses

against

commitment.

I know my way home again;

though You.