Monthly Archives: February 2018

Life’s Lessons

FUCK she calling herself?
a spiritual gangster

yeah – like how some girls wear the word pink
across their butt
bitch across the front of their sweaters
And this is suppose to impress me?
i guess
she wants in the club boss
Tell her to go home to mama
Before i take her myself
And beat the hell outta them both
aw come on boss
give her a chance
Are you questioning my orders?
no ma’am – boss
Then take her home yourself
And get the name of her mama
The spiritual gangster know
I’m not coming to visit her
I will be over to say hello
To the family
awwwwwwwwww boss –
yes ma’am


Longing for yester years

she keeps part of herself
necklace form
fig leaf chain
leaf for each year in the garden
around her neck
above the dress at functions
removed before bedtime
this fine bedroom

Your Valentine

her eyes are open now that
birth no longer deforms her.
Valentine sits in her fathers’ prison
brushing hands across her
opening her mind to wonders of the world
the salvation of forever now.
they read together
and long division no longer fools the
tradesman hiding inside her thoughts.
she grows dim of the passing days
knowing that his crime will soon be his head.
she pleads with her father to increase his guilt
and prays with the father to learn of love
through forgiveness.
has defied Rome and in doing so
created Rome.
future Saint
Valentine walks to the gallows
towards the slayer handle
but leaves a note for
the fathers

‘do not cry for today i will meet our heavenly father’…..

Signed –

Your (Father) Valentine

Eve’s Apples

They’re all bunched up in her hands
invisible to the naked eye as she wishes for more
and Adam doesn’t understand
swinging through the trees as Tarzan
wondering if someday movies will be made of him
not knowing what movies are or who Tarzan is.
but Eve
is unhappy with her apples
and with nothing to compare them to
she wonders about farmers markets
could she find more there?
would the food be as fresh as they claim
from the actual farms they claim to work?
she shakes her head in complaint
it’s only her and Adam on this lonely planet.
….somewhere a trumpet sounds
an elephant moves through the forest
a deer sips from a pond
fig leaves fall to the ground……

DOST son in Us

a Sunday cold a’top the hill
wishing i could sleep perhaps
never move until my next shift begins
we have our duties
both to ourselves
in Him Command
it’s not gender neutral love
but everlasting –
so why are we saying
just us
when we really just mean me?
love myself even tho
i hate myself
in the end
i guess i’ll sleep
and sleep
until the end
a work day new
and command myself
let me sleep
let me sleep


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