When I met him I didn’t know but he told me with clenched fists how men’s heads explode like chicken bones crushed by rocks and how rubber bullets hurt worse than real ones, how homeless was nothing compared to nationless or defenseless or how tanks crushed his sister’s shoes along with a star…

It’s a complicated organism, Multi-celled, hairy I find it quite sexy With tits like missiles An ass like man’s defeat, I’ve heard it nurses it’s young To full maturation Without once feeding, Sleeps on cliff tops To dream of flying, Darts through traffic To sniff fresh bodies Of squished…

I. Learn to swim, or trust their life preserver around your neck…up to you It’s either sing along or make new music, get on your knees or get aroused I prefer standing to bowing I like to see my reflection in lying eyes, writing poems to reading prayers I’ve got my own words for God, he must get…

Countless crippled inches of soul crave release      from civilization’s circular marching herd,     metal shoed hooves pounding dirt and grass      like ten-thousand Sioux drumming war     punishing the silent ears…