Note #76

Maxwell’s, “Whenever, Where ever, Whatever”, is one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard…just in case you may have been wondering what I’d love slow dancing to…on some rainy afternoon…in somebody’s living room…

space

Sorry you can’t stand the silence

Iv’e been busy packing up the pieces;

the fragile artifacts of my affection,

the planted flowers of my wonderings

potted on the window ceils of our place.

There isn’t much wind in me

left to speak  with you after knocking

every portrait of us off mental mantles,

walls–blowing   every     got-dammed

one of  our out candles out

across the alters inside my heart.

Once I am able to speak again,

I will tell you,

you no longer have a light here

your promises arrived early

as all these barren boxes. 

I know you cannot stand

all this silence

but I can nolonger keep this house.

 

 

“icarus” circa 2016

john 14:12

man shot collage low res-2Man shot” 16X20″ mixed media collage © 2012 Brianna Faulkner

 

a man sleeps

in the street.

Black

boots circle

its head on

concrete.

Black

leaks, spreading

toward boots like

sun rays (out of reach).

Black

son of God,

slain on a Friday.

Black

sons raised get razed

for rising

(too close to the sun).

Black

skies lie still so

street lights can pray

over another body

(black),

that dreams and sinks

in a puddle

of its own ink.

Black

soaks into concrete.

Black

hair of wool,

black feet

of bronze, mouth

open

(in mid gospel)

eyes

parted

(like dead seas)

finally seeing

itself  lying

there bleeding:

a luminous body.

Black

glistening disk of light

leaks from the head

of a holy man.

Black

man who has fallen

here,

this was the price

of your halo.