From the archives…

I was rummaging through some things and came across this poem I wrote damn near 10 years ago.  Just thought I would share with y’all…enjoy.
 
desert soul swayin’ in the wind
soil colored eyes swallow antiquity
as open wounds bleed caramel water

tryin’ to feed my courage with black sunday’s and stray bullets
cultivatin’ tribal seeds in ghettoes and solemn spaces
as incandescent summers melt into the eleventh hour of autumn
to give birth to the dirty weather of winter.
balancing uprises of bedlam and contentment.
burying dead idols so that truth can ascend.
as righteous winds flow through every pore

men shall bow their heads and the gods will soar.