the touch...

i touched the moon last night
it felt like
you

imprints...

last night
i lay
in the imprint
of your dreams

upon my bed

this morning
i woke
to the imprint
of your heart
upon my own

~


- these words are the result of a dream i had night before last - a dream in which i felt the imprint of another's body beside me - when i woke, there on my bed, scribbled in my hand were  these words -

we ain't talkin' cotton.........

fields of white fluff flecked in twigs of brown
holding up skies of whispering strings of dreams
hanging on the old plantation tree
bayous brimming with nightmares
of babies born to die in chains
ghosts of dark annie’s red-haired girl child
now running free in the big house
the big house of her sperm daddy
balls of white turned scarlet red
with the blood-fingers of those starving chained souls
waters turned stagnant from closed minds and hearts of stone
epithets of brown skinned souls etched
into the tree trunk by the noose round their neck
spirits swing there in the silence of their crimes
murder by any other name
murder still
nothin’ civil ‘bout a civil war
rivers run red
from crimes of the bed
all those hopes now laying dead
with babies born but never fed

 

 rivers run red

bodies of white fluff
held up by brown arms already dead
ain’t none of it never ‘nough
murder by any other name
murder still while
rivers run red

and we ain’t talkin’ cotton

- this piece was scribbled in my notebook as i drove through the cotton fields of arkansas last year - there is no editing from the original words - no particular format of "poetry" here - just a rambling stream of consciousness arising from the spirits speaking from those timeless fields of slavery - and this image - this image is literally what my mind "saw" in those empty fields of cotton-

the lizard dance...

am i real
is that the deal
am i just in my own mind
or did you in yours me find
if i am here
and not there
do i exist
if i am there
and not here
have i been missed
if i am there
and i am here
have i been kissed
if i exist
i’ll hold your heart in my fist
so my love you will not miss
if i exist

heady words to feed upon your heart
but this is just the start

of the

lizard
dance

~

a west texas dust storm kinda love...

i want me some

west texas dust storm

kinda love

                    plowing

                    pounding

i want the kind that 
rams into me like

a gale force wind

comin’ in 
striking me with

all its fury

knocking me out

of my arid reality

penetrating through

the outer layers

past the buffers

in between                  

                   plunging

                    puncturing

i want the kind that

shows no clemency

movin’ me

in ways inexplicable

entangling my hair

stinging my eyes

stirring my heart

ripping my soul apart

ramming deeper and deeper

grinding down and round

oozing into that deep dark

core of no return 

penetrating

permeating

i want the kind that

drives the gusts

of love unbridled

transporting me from

the lifeless illusion

and hard dry surface of

my existence

suspending me in time

eroding all of what was

depositing what is into

the lush oasis of love

unknown before

                    piercing the heart

                    piercing the flesh

                    merciless

yeah, i want me some

west texas dust storm

kinda love

                    electrifying

                    death-defying