Ummm you are so
salty,
But you are my
friend. What is a friend, but a
neighbor of occurrences and mutual acknowledgment? Acknowledge my shortcomings since what you see is what I
give you not who I am or what I will fool others to be. I give you words just like others give
you questions. I have only what I
find scattered around my feet.
These are thoughts dropped by this clumsy scribe.
-DBL
* * * * *
Throw salt in the fire
(Stories of the Two)
(Stories of the Two)
This scene you
remember rite
Placed in an open
field
Empty space to fill
with grace
On the last trip to
find a truth
he wandered
Draped in a blanket
white
A stumble and a fall
in a pool
One half wet the
other grabbing up
What he saw
A figure above
No choice left
this hand prevented
this crawl
She had no voice
A relationship made
in resistance
When hands pull and
there is no reference
What direction is
the question
Twisted and tied this
union had no space
But to collide
Violent force that creates
This in turn would suffocate
In her pride she
hid her strife
Backed off hands a
square to another
This one a brick brother
Mired in a history
of misogyny
He wears a jacket
of fashionable truth
A black hat adorns
this gospel
Unaware she follows
In one judgment she
keeps herself shielded
In another she
steps where he wants her
Maybe he is not aware
Maybe she is
He will take what
makes her a mother
Gladly she gives
what is not hers
Thinking what she
needs is something
others wish they
could recede
Now the new is the
fools that follow
This path it corrupts
the Youth
In his eyes what is
needed
A simple joke
A friendly coax
Solidarity for the
salt of this earth
For which they are thirsty
In unison they milk
each other’s arrogance
Half Awake I Remember, Half
Asleep it Makes Sense
My bed lies beneath
a window in my room
In my box
There is no light
that filters in
It’s much to early
The only thing that
wakes me slowly
is the water
It throws itself on
my glass
My eyes slowly open
between a thought
One of sleeping and
one of remembering
This I try to
forget
Memory that I am
still here
Without the love
Without the past
Without the things
I use to know
My feet have felt
no warmth
to quicken
In this thought I
fall
Back down to being insensible
In there it makes
sense
Your form
Your figures
Your timeless companionships
Wetness on the
glass
Reflects only what
will last
I see you there
Never more closer
than when I never
knew
what I know
of everlasting
never
I awake
Time has passed
My regret is that
what I knew I left
What you brought
I can never take