I see Fly Girl
hanging on by a smile,
thin as a reed,
playing guitar until her fingers bleed.
She’s maybe twenty three.
No one knows her name.
She sleeps in the backseat of a car
in a Blackstone Avenue parking lot,
covering her head with a faux fur coat.
“I’m a bad seed,” she confesses.
“I’m a wreck and a rot.”
You are a child of God, I say,
and you will go far.
I see her at the Kaiser Park playground one night
wearing that fur coat,
swinging slowly on the swings.
“I’m living in the real world,” she says.
“I’ve never finished a thing I started.
I used to get high. Now I get by.”
Do you remember, I say,
when you wanted to move to New York
to study art at the New School?
I saw you fight once, did you know that?
A sparring session at Southside.
So intense, holding nothing back.
Don’t let them tell you who you are.
I see you in a skirt of stars,
hand dancing on the canvas,
slinging paint like rain,
faces turned to you
like leaves to the sun.
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January 5, 2017
I’m following my own inner starlight, staying on course due northeast, and not bothering to hide the lunacy. Continue reading →
A November sunset
in the San Joaquin Valley
is yellow as a fried egg. Continue reading →
You said your greatest fear
is being forgotten –
Then you let me go
like your bicycle that was stolen last May
and you never reported it, because,
you said, “They never find them anyway.” Continue reading →
I’m real as a redwood tree,
powerful and still.
Men orbit and disappear
while I wait, rich with life… Continue reading →
I’ll take your hidden childhood
and the lines around your eyes
like little light rays
and I’ll be the one who stays. Continue reading →
I have turned my words
into almond blossoms
and scattered them on your bed. Continue reading →
An ocean wave is born. In that instant it is glorious and unafraid. Sunlight shines through it as through emerald glass, and sparkles on the foam. That is its moment of worship and praise. Continue reading →
Any organizations – or nations – that think they can achieve meaningful goals through violence are only squandering resources, wasting lives and corrupting their moral centers. Continue reading →
You are a mountain in my mind.
I lie on your slopes
and breathe deeply as your birds sing. Continue reading →