Plum Walls

The four plum walls
they do abhore
anything unsavory
unclean

The chicken scratch
on the walls
the scribble the scrat
an ancient consciousness

And here we are floating in space
running for office like as a race
forging freshly shaven productive faces
leaving only carbon traces

Sure these six squares
raked clean of all disease
painted and pure
adhere
ad here

Clinched fists
around the change
down to death she screams
and her beast only appears
in that ancient consciousness
the amalgam of minds
with supreme intent
for profit

But there is anger fester
in roots of trees
and fish-like eggs
in water colours
rainbow tellers
undone is the banter
that misinforms
pressure stress dorms
membrane memory short sickness
forget

The return does call
civilized men fall
no plum walls
hoops and dragons war
consumption of imagination is all.

How'd it End up Here?

What is this tenderness that strengthens the heart
while in pain grows
and fire consumes
leaving ash
spiraling
winds?

What is this strength that softens the face
when laughter blooms
and moistens toes
like due
penetrating
skin?

What is this speechlessness that quiets a kiss
when sight left blind
and nothing knows
but truth
waiting
again?

The actor reminisces of loves lost
and falls to a seat in tears flow
this present
this gift
begging some power
not to be taken
begging some
words to be written
spoken
but action.

May pains be swift
of sicknessess and
mistakes yet made
to return again
to the answer
this poem bade
its just love
but not again
like the dirty roots the tree
the hidden place fallen waste
seen in shadow a joke and smile
laughter and friendship
companionship forever.