Clover in the Spring

I peel back the husk of regret

to find reminets of love, that was once here

the smell of clover

the taste of Spring

the feel of confection

I peel back the husk of rage

to find reminets of hope, that was once here

the smell of Spring

the taste of confection

the feel of clover

I peel back

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OUR YESTERDAY BLEEDS

PERHAPS AFTER MY BROKEN PORCELAIN HEART DECAYS

YOU WILL BREATH POETRY

A PRAYER BEFORE DINNER

I'M TAKING THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED

WHERE LIGHTNING STRIKES TWICE

WHERE I LOOSEN THE NOOSE OF THE HISTORY OF MY PEOPLE

YOUR PEOPLE

WE THE PEOPLE

AND ALL THE PEOPLE KILLED IN THE REVOLUTION OF HIP HOP

AND HIP HOPE

I CANT FULLY UNDERSTAND

BUT I REGRET AND REGRESS IN AWE OF YOUR ROAD LESS TRAVELED

NOON

YOU LEFT PIECES OF NOON SCATTERED ON THE TABLE

WHILE I WAITED

WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING THIS GENERATION MUTILATED, DISCTRACTED

AND IRREVERENT

YOU LEFT PIECES OF THREE O' CLOCK ON THE FLOOR

WHILE I SLEPT

WHAT A MESS YOU HAVE MADE, LEAVING US DISCONNECTED, NAKED

I LEFT PIECES OF MIDNIGHT ON THE DRIVEWAY

WHILE YOU CRIED

WHAT A MESS I MADE, STAYING TOO LONG, LEAVING MYSELF EMPTY, HURT

AND LIFELESS

SISTERS OF THE SOUL

TIME IS NOT A MEASURE OF DEPTH

SOULS WILL ALWAYS GIVE SHELTER AND SISTERS WARM LIKE THE SUN

HONEYCOMB HANDS AND SHADOWS WILL LEAD THE WAY

DEPTH IS NOT A MEASURE OF TIME

SISTERS WILL BREATH TRUST AND SOULS WILL HEAR OUR SMILES

OUR SOULS ARE SISTERS

DEVOUR

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HOTEL BOHEMIAN, PUBLISHED IN 2002- WALL LITERARY JOURNAL

ENVELOPED

IN THE RAPTURE OF UNCERTAINTY

LEFT IN THE RESIDUE OF WHAT IS BENEATH ME

ALONGSIDE OF ME

A COLLISION OF CONFIRMATION

RELISHED IN THE EXEGESIS OF WHAT TO BE

IS MOLASSES TO THE SOUL

I FEEL IT SOLIDIFY

WREAKING HAVOC ON MY FATE

THE NOTHING I BELIEVE STAYS THE SAME

WHILE DISBELIEF BREATHS WITH EASE

AS BALLISTIC CHILDREN LAUGH

I CARRY AN ENCAPSULATED LOVE HIDDEN WITHIN

THERE IS A DROUGHT IN THE CORDUROY OF MY SOUL

THINKING BACK ON REFLECTIONS OF SIMPLER DAYS

WHEN GRASS GRAZED MY HEELS

AND DRAGONFLIES MADE A HALO AROUND MY HEAD

REFLECTING ON BETTER DAYS

AGAIN I'M STUCK

IN THE QUICKSAND OF GUILT

RECALLING ALL I HAVE DONE

UNDONE AND REDONE

AS I WAIT

I AM EASILY LET DOWN

AND ALL THAT WAS BENETH ME BECOMES MY FRIEND

AS ALL THAT I HAVE LIQUIFIES

THE SENSE OF SENSING NOTHING

I AM FORCED TO BELIEVE

THAT IT IS OVER

AND THE UNCERTAINTY COMFORTS ME

LIKE AN OLD BOTTLE OF WHISKY AND A LIFE LONG FRIEND

CONTEMPLATING

BACK IN WAUTOMA WHERE GRASS GREETED WITH THE SLIGHTEST

PRICKLE,

THINKING BACK ON BETTER DAYS

ZIMBABWE,

WHERE SHADE WAS SPARCE AND LOVE CONQUERED

ALL