| my first poem back in Boston- work in progress
I am thirsty, like water,
to follow gravity into a new shape.
Curving like a painter's lifeline,
changing my image
in each stroke, a new reality.
I flow smoothly on each thigh
my naked body dripping color
on the pristine tiles
leaving lust in my wake,
tatooing memories on the wrinkles of the horizon.
I am swimming through a frictionless current.
Caught under the pressure of veracity
I can not stop my own weight from being,
heavy until the pressure delivers me
weightless in my design.
| In the Heaven Above Heaven
Walking home last night
The stars glared at me through a dusty shade.
The San Francisco skyline
Smothered each twinkling goddess
With its egotistical smile.
I passed gardens of trees
Where innocent faces would laugh in the sunlight,
And I passed gardens of people
Where the innocent are not permitted to smile.
The freeway boasted thousands of lights
And I wondered who these people were running from,
Or running to.
And I wondered if they knew,
In their safe little cabins,
That the echo of their tires on the asphalt
Sounded like a river
Trying to blend with the ocean of my heart
As I waited for the light to change.
I lost my tide and my saline strength there,
In the morning commute;
Lost on the corner of Jones and O'Farrell.
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