Talking into the future

the man I was supposed to be, maybe
under that hospitable gesture lives the devil
dressed to the nines
what a suit, it evens shines in the midnight
a walkabout brings me full circle
where was the wisdom when I was in the flood
stroking waters against the gutter
it’s not that I don’t appreciate
the open hand, it’s just that open hand
has hit me too many times before
my little boy sits curled in a ball
watching the walk
his frayed baseball hat is tilted up, just a smidgen
and so, the past, the present and the future
collide and compose
converse and convalesce
the graininess tastes like farina
with rice milk instead of similac
who knew rice milk could sustain me
and life cools while I wait, and sip, and see
there is no silent whispers except
the roaring inside me
attempting a song that can keep up with the guitar
and she sings like the earth
like ten thousand night blooming coconut trees
the bark falling in side to side motions
cradling me like my mother used to
the beginning I needed, and never got
which is why the man is hidden

Talking into the future

jjgmail

Joined January 2008

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Journey into the sound of three of me and what that would look like

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