Mother of Free Spirit
mother of child
she couldn’t let go for so long
each had his own stifling independence
alone and insecure.
Structures fell, life collapsed then began for real.
Each had his own motivation
hidden yet true.
She allowed it to ramble, fall prey
then coupled her strong and fierce desire
to control the outcome: happiness.
No man is allowed to do that.
Only God.
Mother […]
Archive for December, 1997
Mother of Free Spirit
Posted in December 30th, 1997
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In Gravity’s Wake
Posted in December 29th, 1997
Braised eyebrow, soft undertoe, a tear-like cube,
glistens wide diamond spinning
across a divide, spatial dysfunction
Then, croaking
pastures yesterday comes flashing future pride
self as master zoomboy
scalding wingtips heat in desperation
of release, letting out a cry
syllables press the flesh
love torn shutters banging
simple bird in the meadow, lull, dip, dive.
Heights enhanced, once in flight.
But down here in this heart
a brain […]
The Cat is Out of the Bag
Posted in December 23rd, 1997
he calls and says he’s fucked up cause he fell in love
so what?
I’ve been fucking around so
what else is news, or did you love me?
He says he loved me, but
he fell in love with someone else.
So what did he do?
Did you fuck her?
No not yet.
Good so come over for one last long one, ha ha […]