This poem is in my hands

When you howl You’re telling me there’s something right with the world My world Is a crying man in the dark You won’t I won’t let me live away my life

Those girls I know could be flowers could be roots could be the stems of thoughts But I would have to open the door and step outside to see My garden is unnoticed untended but you wouldn’t know Would you Would life change if I opened my hands and showed the world my heart I know it would And I fear change And I love change You see an open flower but that is the neon sign on the face of it There is a root you don’t see tangled from the truth Fists can harm as well as hide that

It is dark inside the heart of things Buried in the soil six feet and rising This is seen in the cracks of my fingers The wince in my smile The cat’s winking eye

Jungle