Desperation is the Blockade & Name
of Being Tough and
in Control.
Behind these facades
It’s so easy to spot
The Vulnerability, the Soft Spots
Something called a Heart.
They call it Toxic, Foolish, Macho
But there is glimmers of truth
In their presumptuous ignorance:
If you stare at him
Long enough
The knees are bent and
Cracking
Marks of dark scabs
And
Untreated wounds
Open Lacerations
Dust in the outgoing breathe
They’re telling some kind of
Weight
That a soul can take
In
A seemingly never-ending sessions
Of Living.
Thís is what I leave you
See these silent shivering Men
Sliced Leaves
Incapacitated children
Are so eager to crawl in the sand
To Grab a fistful of earth
And
Throw them in the AIR.
