Freedom ain’t never been a land you see Where we landed the sea Barely sown or reaped Never handed down cheap Blood soaked and creeped Mr Hughes show warned us That place was never the place it seemed Selling and crushing dreams Even from its…

years and years later, a neon lit cheerful looking museum enshrines,  memories- silver and black faded  photos of human faces; preserved in their emotional intensity. a careful study for all to  observe and consume. purple flowing rivers, black dahlias blooming in crystals, simulated fifth dimensional…

Photos in a frame Memories of a life well lived Our parents looked like you and I Momma was bright eyed in white at nineteen. You take my hand and tell me we will be fine. I’m alive in my party dress tonight. One sip…

Cooing Cooing, he died last year from that bad flu. Church says I need to marry again, but I have vegetables growing fruit trees bursting out, a hog, goats, chickens and eggs, a roof and a floor and milk for my two babies. I barter…

Lasciviousness (Valkyrie) My body betrays me as I succumb to carnality, Your touch renders all hope futile, oozing sensuality, Driving into me, drenched with turgid salaciousness, I surrender entirely to viciously intrusive licentiousness. Tongue and hands accompany your lecherous symphony, A masterpiece sordid with blood…

Clank! It feels dark In the summer heat Clank! There’s so much space In this tiny tearoom Clank! We are people In this sea of uniform machines Clank! Freedom can be a violent desire Clank! When we are trapped Inside a blank screen

The thundering sound of wind As it rushes past me The “sh, sh, sh” of the trees As their branches sway Rays of warmth and light Dancing across my skin The chirping and clicking Of crawling insects The sweet pitches of birdsongs High up in…

Prickled consciousness filtered into metal plates on hippy highways of intergalactic travel on the breath spin of a happened humanity lost to AI gods On another dimension, the wise children have parted with form into ascendant glory illuminus; cast to virgin shores of better lift…

Like leaves in dry season We fall in love. Sometimes you fall in mud Sometimes you fall into water Some times you fall into fire Sometimes you fall in green grass Where beautiful flowers grow.

THE PIANO  . . . MANN-E-QUIN   He’s listening. Hands at his side. The piano plays – for him. Only him.   It’s been over 100 years. He stays and listens. Through storms. And fine weather.   Who knows him? Who will remember? He and…