Outside my
Window a hovering reverberation
Sounds
Like the last great gongs
Of
China.

A fan
Spins overhead
Allowing me
To think of
Passions spent in rooms
Before this moment.

Life
Is the
Past
Skewed
Dismembered
Obliterated
Miscued
Victor-less.

All history has their winners
For
The moment.
Time passes,
Someone
Better eventually
Comes along
And creates a new
Pedestal.

Are we nothing but the foot holes
For the future?
Are we only the next's motivation
For the better?
Are we merely life repeating but in a
Slightly different way?

I hold on in this
Tipping chair
I feel my temples
Begin
To sweat from the thought.
I grind my teeth
And close
My eyes and realize
That no man
Ever
Fully strips his
Disguise.

Light blue water
Forgetful mangos
Dreams of
Shameful embarrassment
And betrayal.
A noose around the neck
Fits better
When you're
Smiling.

Last days gone
Born again
A step into that
Soft light.
The beach sighs.
She says something.
Everyone listens in.
The last days
Are gone,
Yet I still hear
The Siren's Song.

Because no advice
Can be listened to
If not first
Acted upon - Act.
Words between
Minds
Are like volleys of gun fire
Across the battlefield, yet
They shed
No blood.

We strive, we stir, we thrive on our ideas,
Yet we turn them
Into conquering tactics
And mechanisms.
What if excitement took the place
Of violence?
What if awe took the place
Of hate?
What if wonder took the place
Of racism?
What if what if had never
Came to be and it was it will be?

Magic died
When the first
Bullet
Flied. We are bent
Like hangers
Thrown away
In the trash reflecting a dead
Sun waiting
To
Burn
Out.

At night, I peel away my skin
From my fingertips and let
The voices come and go as they please.
A dog barks as strangers pilfer through my trash cans,
Five cents a bottle.

Understanding
Please take the place
Of judgement.
Wise men who never
Hold a nickel
Are the richest
Of them all.

Exempt of ego
I see that the world
Is not for me.

I am tired oh' my eyes
They are heavy.
My body is weary
I'm having trouble
Seeing clearly.
I've got you and
Of course, you've got me.

The future
Is not
For us
To foresee.