LEFTOVERS



Cannot forget, not wanting to remember but
being chased in my mind until my heart
explodes with the rhythm of rage and
tomorrow.

dancing alone in a room full of unknown
the room in his portrait is depicted alone,

finding fault in the light, changes, charges,
and then is missed by the first
waiting and hoping a misguided taste of
saline and tempera
the eastern sleeps in my mouth
and the after taste of licorice.
Broken by the longing
in hands
fingers and claws
shred my image and I imagine better splinters of my
spirit 
and reassemble in a collage, leftovers.

#2

Hearing hollow headed literazzi
espouse the virtuoso
who climbs the heights amongst rungs built upon
blood of bones
engineer emote, manipulating mind montage
a puppet who    pulls the strings
and color in a box
white man     sun ray
intellectual conceit
pretender pride.
Can I sell you some deep?
picture problem
urban.

A starving child, a three-legged dog, a car wreck
from Saturday night's bingo. Raw chapped wrists
and 
a head full of lice?
You, Rez,
you?
antiquated artifacts, brooks brothers, and
11 pairs of black shoes.
The kind I wanted when they teased me
for wearing mocs.
Shiny   shiny wishful Patents.
Any of your friends F.A.S.?*
cirrhosis killed my grandma
cops my grandpa.
Have you  ever hid?
under a bed
when they came home
away from the monster your favourite uncle had
become?
I know
you 
 DO hide.


*Fetal Alcohol Syndrome