father see’s a mothers red tears
embrace and hold
together as one
a son’s anger,
quick flash phosphorous
explosive and regrettable
yet change occurs
a fathers eyes,
become so different
lens of caution
draws over cornea
digging hands in pockets
remaining apart
unsure of the person
he helped create,
yesterday would not be
recovered,
it was hauled
into the dark subconscious
stored in a file
tentative regeneration
but there would be
a difference now
ardors grip
blinding as searing light
tears open caring heart
anger as old as creation,
tears at family daisy chain
crushing stems
leaving it broken
unhooked green stems
wilting broken asunder
where was the stars
and the open eyes
heart chimed
a mother resolute
that a son will be
not dead to her
but salvage
to be gathered
and supported
mending can be heard
in the blur of tears,
fragile dreams
will be recovered slowly
with different endings
when the darkness
vanishes
seek her in her grassy tomb
flesh fleece and evening star,
murmurs rise from escaped soul
mouth a shrine to heavens kiss,
text on stone chiseled deep
scythe a scalpel to those around,
to a vow made on cradle key
in binding earth no more a sleep
a million flakes of tempted tremors,
noonday heat rises with the sun,
rise up on quivering breeze
her broken tongue is healing
love a radiant throng
the sick longing eye and dropping of
gossamer veil,
chants names of those exposed
beyond wither,
whole flesh again
i wish back that angry fist
spirits breathe in sensual undulate
on pages of book no longer departed
i have said my piece up to space,
enameled hand paints gallery in the cave
images as she had been growing wild
reaching out,
some say i am a crook
a felon
a murderer
an abuser
LA has no cheap glories for them to remember
i am hunted,
drone circling over head,
zeal of vocal chords will not be heard
kiss her salty forehead
eyelashes smell like burnt toast
from the fierceness of tears
caught by angers inferno,
locomotive aorta
flicking beating faster,
then my hand stroking hers,
universe questioned in hazel,
my lamp lit blue wait
to respond,
i feel as blank as the sky
a traveler without path,
kisses no more unfurled
she pulled back,
the other hand drenched
in bitter spray of words,
before leaving,
i am a man with means
to render and isolate anger
to a pile of dust
this house she burned in
exhausted now slowly rotting
i loathed to take her in
moving amongst my things
leaving her touch
on every waking
and sleep
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