Saturday, March 7, 2009

Justice

HIS hisses like miscarriages
takes loving words like disses
mulled over like slumlords like marriages
like he don't know the difference
between backs of hands and kisses
less like mathematics
more like thugs hits in the crisp darkness
permissive like taking lover's swords
to teutonic submissives
fall to the floor in a manic steez
buckles and collars never electronic
but a brackish breath phonetically they breathe
to my arrestment not surprisingly
all things literal seem a lot like analogies / lately
as of late me like barracudas and pikes
the pope himself and the next door dyke
the swing and the hit / the miss
the feedback on the mic
the drift between shutting the hell up
and screaming something that at least scares myself
directly under the head of my lucky strike
like reaching for the thirteen
but only ever achieving the twelve
still I hope I found what I always wanted
my heart the hammer the hieroglyphs the level
the shelf like what with A-bomb impact
like morse code ripples like mischief magma
hot spots I've delved / the sulfur pools
still but non stagnant
like hotels neon signs full flicker but not vacant
like eyelids dome over empty space where the eyes lived
not a victim even as eyeless cries can I get a witness?
like treason like the convergence of seasons frees
every man woman and child can exist without grievance
like fried chicken pleases every milado / that's me
that's you / that shy cat slinkin out the back door
feelin' left out / perhaps lonely
but man should know you're never alone
wherever be one introvert there's two more
just around the bend beyond the corner
lookin' to bust out excrete their soul
share their sores and together we can all soar
hands are oars stroking the subversive like
the now reminds me of the when
the has been reminds me of the end
like I can become all things to all men
only then the like becomes the is
I'm learning to take the loving words
like what they are / as love
ain't no disses
like I don't need adjectives anymore
to describe what from love slid
what love said what love did
what love meant
like love / I just is.

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