I am the ricin of my parents' beliefs
I am the manor house that they reap
I am the imagination they no longer seek
I am the rhythm they could never keep

Don't give me things to think
Give me things to see
Leave the unraveling of the mind
Up to my demons and me

Remember that the ghosts of black-and-white photos could breathe
Their blood sung waterfalls in an unnamed key.  
Men ran like machinery and they could hate and breed
God's distended bowels spun into Humanity

Sentamentalistic
The braiding of the universe
Black hair bronzed with the earths sun
An actor reading lessons of heaven
Hope unspun

Thump thump thump of color
Rhetoric is the chemical burn of man
The actor gets away with ******
The honey yellow of isotopic historians.  

Cause is the Gravity
The woman is ground
God is the elements
Stirring woe into renown

I can't wait to be stardust again
Protein and bone ends
And at Gravity's chagrin
Set the course of the rivers bend
I can't wait to be no more than churn
Mistaken for blood mud
Like red clay in the sun's burn
And picked over for His ecclesiastic thud
And rhymed with Time; the poet's sweet crud

The star’s last breath is
Everything of consequence, it’s
The matter man scattered
Into leaflets of title
And the flowers along the drive
My car idles and
The sun shakes in the rear view mirror
Every step the discarded symphony
That keeps time with her
The cancer is God and he grows nearer
My heart

The momentary sunset conducts what
Words find the airwaves between
Those seconds I awoke and was aware
Of the atmosphere, still just a dream
The math of desire, of conjuring
What overturns regret and Mother Nature
The simple clockwork of my hunger
Time distilling the heart’s legislature

Poetic astronomy:
the clash of living on stars
counting rhyming bars
alighting the gravitational pull of personalities,
the reason for trees,
the need to bleed.
I Let Time ruin everything.  

God is the key in which we speak.
What eeks between His heartbeats
A Childhood seen from the knees
All Memory is me deceived