A Boy Has No Face
You had a crisis with your body last night
it seemed as though your body was going to fail you
a battle between your body & soul
your body needed the soul out
your soul gave a fiery battle—
you were simply there observing
it was beyond you
you simply lay there & moaned
not in pleasure but in torment
you needed the torment to end abruptly—
you murmured God
you called mommy
it was still just you
eyes turning
legs trembling—
you watched your body
& soul’s intercourse
it was simply you
in a total loss of your body —
you watched them as they turned
tossed & kissed one another
you were simply there powerless
& watched your soul battle for its place in your body
it was a crisis—
you still wanted to call God & mommy
this time your tongue failed you—
you gnashed your teeth
the words burned in your throat
they inched to be spoken
you couldn’t simply say them till you dropped
an unknown object—that was what you were
an object with neither a body nor soul—
you woke up the following day
with a smile on your face
“i made it,” you said
it was only a crisis
a dream that has no importance.
Of Wanders & Wonders
This night, like every other night
accompanies a memory
the one he needs to be appreciative for
yet find its way to swallow him in its murkiness—
the one he was rarely enough
the one which makes the boy long for the last second—
the one that makes the boy ask for what he has done again
as you approach him with dark eyes—
dark like a pot that’s kissed the stove,
you make him eat from the
dark like the goat you say is superior to him—
listen,
each breath is a challenge for him
i bet you didn’t see it
how the boy waits for the awful stuff to happen—
like God hangs tight for the servant he adores
how the boy turns into a robot customized to just say i’m sorry—
as though he had a choice
it was the boy’s passcode
before the boy got past & at last, escape
& the boy’s caterpillar morphed into a butterfly.