I need to see
me.
I can’t
see
me.
Am I an I,
if I
can’t see
me?
galaxies of black stars reflect
nothing
of myself
to see
of me
gardens of faceless manikins
swallow shallow shades
of invisible orchids
crying opaque tears
empty clear glass coffee cups
crash
splinter across
cold bare bathroom tiles
fog layered granite rows
reflect the nothingness
of what is left
to be seen
Am I an I
if I can’t see
me?
I need to see
me.
You asked.
Black shadows
dance
on blank white walls
to music evicted
from concert halls
Black shadows
dance
on rainbows bleached
to singing arrested
from churches preached
Black shadows
dance
to blood drained rhyme
to choirs beheaded
by blank white minds
Black shadows
dance
Black shadows
dance
Black shadows
dance
on canvas
cold
scarlet
stained
white silk
scarves
slice below azure waves
tied to rusty anchors
cut loose from cob webbed bobbing cruise ships
littered with sun bleached bones
on reclined plastic chairs
and in drained chlorine scented pool shells
adrift in pale pall draped seas
atop dreams drained of blue skies blood
your face
jeweled with emerald eyes
bronzed skin
and ivory teeth
fade inside streaks of tiring sunbeams
trying to reach depths they will never see
before dissolving in black lochs of absent light
and scattered cemeteries of
scarlet
stained
white silk
scarves
We bandaged your wounds
gave you water
held your hand
in your land
your people killing your people
We tried to understand
be a voice for your blood
your loss
your graves
We cried with you
just wouldn’t fight
not our cause
who rules who
Just wanted you to know we care
support freedom
children living to be old
having children
who have more children
who all grow old in peace
So why did you shoot me?
Leave me bleeding on your street?
Kick me?
Steal my shoes?
That was effed up
Angela saved my ass again
she dragged me
nursed me
stole a jeep and drove me
back to my senses
We’re barefoot today in your honor
in fact we are sending you hundreds of shoes
we have sponsors giving us shoes
just for you
if that what it takes
Who knew all the killing was about shoes
I hope whoever is wearing my shoes lives a long life
I want to know they count for something
I am just confused if I should pray for peace
or shoes
Angela pinched me for that line
But I had to say it
I’ll apologize later
I’m sure
In the meantime
God bless
We’re on a break
I wonder if I can get my day job back
Wonder if I can wear a tux again
but that’s another story
we’re out
see you in the news
and hope I get to see my shoes
In days when rays of sun played hide and seek above the rain
and salted graves whispered names of sunken ships below gray waves
I fed dead fish to penguins brave on shores of rock while sisters prayed
and played dark tunes on sunlit nights and thought of ways to pass away
No one could name that boy today
except a cello stained with pain
hidden with cobwebs in an attic of mine
I have not played
since nineteen
ninety
nine
Maybe I will share something soon so you will remember 🙂
Call me Hanq 