Perfect in weakness

Symptoms of Post-traumatic
Reiterate in spastic motions, caught caught
Stuck
In a Caricature of myself. self
Nose, Trunk (Puncture, punch)
Punk, get out of my head!

Said the Artist's ghost from the dead
Get out of your mind.
Said the Shrink sh shSHhhhhh
(Everyone is watching) Shut your face.
Eyes, mouth is watering, brow

Everyone is faltering, now

Cheek, bones, rising in place
Contort tort torting (don't you frown)
Broke Broke

Broken and contrite basket case
Heart is sore and spirit poor
I am, finally

And, and, and
Finally and Complete(ly) before
You.

Land of ice

fold your heart

and fly my hair waves

of breaking continents of sound

breaking tunnels of echoing

glass

the melting mountains sing to me

wanting to swallow me

slice me, silently

rising with the fog, dripping

sweet sirens, soothing

bare, mellow. salmon, sorrow.

you sigh alone

you know if i’m at home

you sighed so silent

oh alone

you saw me fall down

like snow.

Lullaby of the South

I shattered the cradle at the crack of dawn

Crawled out to view the lake

Momma won’t come back, she’s long gone

With an empty bottle and a bellyache

Sleep, my brown baby, succumb to the beat

The moonlit drumming, the hopes of the villagers

Are as dusty as their bare feet

The silhouette of banana stalks

Stamps the bleeding weeping sky, the heat

Plucks beads of sweat from your cheeks

But I

Will remember to shatter the violence

That swallows your dreams in the night

Will scatter these seeds in the silence

That will burgeon into

Hush, sweet baby, this lush Branch

That will fight your fight

That will comfort you in the night.