Writing, Ideas, & Stories
in the highest coop
waiting;
not for a court date
egg to hatch
or a the crosshair to bleed red,
for the wind to shift.
for the softest landing around our ankles,
it wasn’t a ruling
a spoiled omlet
or an assassination,
a request to breathe.
so we wait,
in this coop,
for the wind to shift.
it’s the nothing that scares me;
black voids
a space between nowhere
and a place that use to exist,
like a city forgotten by google maps
that place.
haunted by regret
sorrow
and a memory of existing,
it’s that place
that place keeps me up at night-
once littered with treasure
stripped clean like a harvest.
never a dull moment
words all frozen
runnin’ from the moment
never wanted to be your opponent.
but here we are;
windows wide open
fear holding the keys-
back when we were smokin’
loud world at ease- please
such a simple notion
being overseas
copin’ with a potion.
nothing but a busboy
singin’ sad songs on the arroyo
just need to be the best boy
shoyo
field of vision
narrows
constant barrage of injustice cannons
sharpened swords surround sweet serenity
red snakes tighten their grip
on a future for pirates
below deck
drown
they always wanna see you fall
be a king and watch you crawl
they never wanna see you tall;
until you make it big
say they knew you
when you were small
i believe in you;
it’s stronger than the faith
i have in myself
treasure fiend;
never missed home
until it was gated up
–
chain link hugs
brought memories forward;
days when hugs were treasure
just be you
all day;
the hardest request-
the you you see was crafted for you
tailor made
the hand me downs just don’t work like they use to.
battered ribs
shattered nose
rattling skull
the taste of blood melted plastic,
the only good thing
is the cool canvas brushing my right cheek like my mothers palm.
i want to stay here,
staring eyes like a night sky
all so, obstreperous
for frame of reference;
like the first round, no faces
no names just eyes, flashes,
hazy-
than a meteor crashed into my skull
twice
and
i
still see those stars
they worry;
wonder where –
wonder where – they’ve gone
leader to the silent prayer
like a roach with poison.
they still love, you
carefully manufactured poison
with love, but you must
know
you’re an imagineer
carrier of this art, this message
this this this-
you carried everything, in place
not a scratch a dent
the burnt pages were dealt with care-
never questioning
never wondering
just- keeping.
you worried, they appreciated
they’re back – in silence
Saint's Muse 