What?

The clouds remind me
Of the hopeful past
Let me forget
What’s going to last

The whispers in my ears
Tell me of my pain
As I remember
What I had to gain

Yet the shivering darkness
Of years long ago
Ripped apart
By this very soul

The bush is burned
And he spoke to me
Of the light that’s yet to come
Of the light I can’t see
Shining lights
And shining sea
I close my eyes
She puts her hand on me

“Let go.
Let go.
Let go.”


The light has burned out
I should replace the bulb

The Sky Is Dead

The sky is dead
Puffs of smoke and water
Falling from the sky
What are that drops of thunder?
And bolts of carried rain

The sky is dead
Gasoline and fear
Flowing through the minds
Of people dead next year
And dirty watered lead

The sky is dead
The birds lost their wins
The airplanes lost their engines
The clouds have lost all rain
The people have said
Sky
Earth
Water
Fire
The sky is dead

Shh

Come catch the rabbit
He’s running

The wall rises up
He’s running

Look through the hedge’s dark
He’s running

The smiling jackhammer
He stops

Come catch the stream
It’s running

The dam rises up
It’s running

Should have died forthwith
It’s running

Blip. Blip. Blip.
It stops.

Come catch the birdie
She flies

Through to the field
She flies

Through the hair of the maiden
She flies

And then HE comes
She falls.

Love, I.

Despair
At the word
Love
That I can’t have
In the face of a wall
I scream for her

I need this one
This
This
This
Her

Give me
More
Through the empty wilderness
I want
Her
Her
Her
Her
I
Love.

Grounded

The pressure closes
In
Then the shades close he opens
His eyes

Eyes wide open but heart shut tight
He searches for a place to
Be

The bees sting
And the lions roar
The rabbits run
And the clouds soar

A freedom of
Choice
A freedom of
Life
A breaking in
Spirit
A change of
Heart

I’m searching for
The corner
Where I can be
Alone






Give me time
I can soar too

White Woman Falling

White woman falling; sky of black
Lechers could count on me
Fool the ones who
Fooled you

Whine and beg and beer and
Fixing the
Life is a circle like
Wanting a teddy

Rosy velt to
Help fix the tool shed

Possession

I don’t want to fall
But I don’t want you to catch me
I don’t want to be here
But I don’t to leave

I don’t want to fail
But I can’t stand success
I don’t want to see
But I can never be blind

In the darkness the choice is indifferent
In the light the choice is too much

I don’t ever want to grow up
But I can’t stay here forever
I don’t ever want to feel
But I’m sick of the numbness

I don’t want to live
But I shall never die

So I guess I’ll just scream:

“The beauty of having is nothing.”

Moon

Of the bird that flies from the tree
I have nothing to say

The consequences of
Public information
Leave the legs intact
On earth

To run away, to fly away
In a world with no feet
An advantage shall pass

And as we go into darkness
I see white
I see light
I see white

The black and white society
With no consequences
Is the future’s liability

The indescribable white of night
The evidence of darkness in the sun

Of the bird flying back to the tree
I say nothing

Signs

Open my eyes to
My body
Drenched in sweat

The bed is gone
The room is gone
The house is gone

Nothing but light
The salt on my fingertips
Can churn the waters

Last night was a lackluster dream
Filled with sedation and horror
Death in syncopation



The tears raped my eyes
The saliva gripped my tongue
The death absorbed my life

By Sarah Adams:

He is going to die.
He knows he is young
and he is still fairly unsurprised
to find that his life is not flashing before his eyes,
as he had been led to expect
merely the last eighteen days:
His mother
kissing him on both cheeks at the airport,
crying as he smiled
and told her that he loved her,
he’d try to visit soon
and write letters, and that he’d be fine,
and once more,
“I love you”
The luggage on the bus to
The room where he would stay
The flight when he was
too excited
to sleep, though he was exhausted
Arrival
Leaving the airport and all remnants of
everything he knew
along with it
Walking
Hunger
The sights the sounds the smells the feelings and the thoughts
The boy
The car
The death
The broken family
The broken heart
The jail
The terror
The pain
The trial
The Urdu which he could not know
And the truth:
That which he could not make them know
That he was not a murderer
That he had tried to save the boy
And now his death
He is so young
He does not want to die.
He begins to shake as
The policeman begins to strap him into
The chair.
He continues to shake
more violently this time,
as his executioner flips
The Big Red Switch.
He stops shaking.

To Dusk

He wanders down the road.
Step. Crunch. Step. Crunch.
Leafy dirt underneath consumes him.

The trees are fallen
The light is dim
The birds aren’t calling
For him

He wanders down the road
Far from hasty souls
Benevolence needs him.

Can he hide away?
Under the forbidden tree?
Intertwining her, into the leaves.

He hasn’t seen the sky,
Since he got on the road,
That sunny, august afternoon.
When she told him. And she left. And he left.

He decided to stop walking.
He decided to build a new road.
To dusk.

Ardent Response

The darkness we share
Gives me the light
And I continue to see no progress in myself

I’ve turned my check
I’ve looked the other way

More disgusted with the light
That darkens my days
All I want is white.

White.
Light.

Don’t help me
If I can’t help myself
Forget the problems of the future

I beg you,
Don’t forget the problems of the past

The flattened world flutters away
In your eyes
So live.
Live.
Live in me.

I am the knife.
I am the knife.
I am the knife.
I am the knife.
I am the knife.
I am the knife.
I am the knife.




I still love you.