Love Like Danger

Somehow idle in the park
With a Roosevelt mask on
I passed out change

To those would would take it.

I won't tell you which one
Just to make you angry,
Cause love like danger
Is abusive by its

Presidential nature.

You, Mr. Kennedy,
Are not my family.

Beneath this hill the city
Sweats out its diversity
And if it was all too good for him
And his army of twins,
Then it sure as heaven hell
Wasn't good enough for me.

The Black Island Conversion

On this anchored beach
That makes a poet's grave,
Some blood dripped south
And changed its shape.
Ignorance connected us,
The land and it's new kin
That guide my hand
To the square steering wheel.
Uncorrupted crops
And leather-skin zeal
Are woven together
Like the bonds of true faith.
And I can't help but wonder
If they would side with me,
Me and the holy see
In this humid depression
That makes him a fool,
And me a disgrace.

Fists and Red Wine

Men with baseball bats
Broke my knee caps and split
With the little breath that I had.

I never gambled much,
Except with nightly whiskey,
An OCD libido
And handling money for worms.

I bring people down
To a level where love lights
Fires with fists and red wine.

But they don't forget those
Loud red debts that
Racked up in-between
The one flesh winning streaks.

True believers will tell you
To risk it on whatever
The guilt-soaked dealer can give.

God gave me nothing
But a fucked up straight
And a pair of tired lungs
Ready to fold on forgiveness.

Youth And Conquest

I found the place
That old men, blind
And drawing horses
To their death, search for
With supple skin on
Their minds and dark
Socks pulled to their knees.
Something shoved me in
Ten inches, ten feet
Split open and drowning.
Drowning in dimensions
Of envious youth,
Washing over only those
Who turn their backs
On the gods of the past.
How abandoning,
How simple and clean,
The way broken things
Make weapons of war,
And war itself
Is a daily routine.
Those of us who survive
With our socks to our knees,
Stretch forward in time
And back into pain.