Poetry · Writing

inner demons

i created you

i.

like god with an atom

a sorcerer with a spell

a scientist with the elements

i gave you purpose;

with the swish of ink

with the words of centuries before, with the graceful eyes in my skill, and the hands dished from the pot of decades of molding-

this

is

mine.

it sleeps in my head

dodging bullets made of lead

we carry that blood,

but i gave you life-

your sluggish steps in my inner chambers

rattle while i rest

when you’re most upbeat

i am

down

Poetry · Writing

bottom of the barrel

the bottom wasn’t the bottom

it never existed

it was just home,

the golden fish would tell stories

of a land bathed in light

kissed by soft air-

we huddled around her stories

of fulfilment and life,

we prayed to poseidon

to bring us;

bring us to the land of the free,

where goldy stayed-

away from the bottom.

the next day she was gone,

the we shuffled to an i

in silence.

Poetry · Writing

Leon

a crewmate on our last days – “be

less of yourself for anyone and the sea will reclaim you,

our lives on Leon; this boat will change you

so you can survie, we live on our captains words:

where the water bleeds fresh, will live as kings of!

we sailed on Leon for days without rest

collecting fools gold for our nest,

until the sea gave out

reclaimed Leon

like a mother and child

Poetry · Writing

amphibian library

i always here:

“where did you go?”

face plastered on milk cartons

at the local college poster boards

whispers at the taverns-

i heard he’s in miami now,

settled down

stable job

sings songs on the pier to the birds

or

he’s a frog

spends half his time in the sea

the other half in a zoo for you to visit,

i am right here,

every night you know where to find me

curl me up in your palms

but i won’t purr like before

like god you left a long time ago,

you can’t expect a warm welcome

healthy exchange

where did i go,

i left your intrest circle

so you spun me out

i am right here

singing songs on piers

swimming at the sea

writing poems somewhere in between

where i’ve always been

Poetry · Writing

rain god

this isn’t a game

but we play like one

take your ball and run

whenever you don’t like the outcome

couldn’t live without one-

the rain;

i remember it being, lighter

walking through it

hands as an umbrella

a scene i remember

in a novella

‘wants only go so far

without the time’

Poetry · Writing

lord’s receptionist

i know i’ll find jesus

only a matter of time

they always say

boy you need jesus

everytime i ring him

can i speak to jesus

sorry sir he can’t come to the phone

now, you gotta wear his symbol

you wear his symbol you can speak to jesus

his line never come up

when i’m on that come up

jesus takes his ten percent

that return is comin’

jesus in my ear

that return is comin’

new age comes with new faith

yeezy on my feet

just to speak to jesus

walk-