The human condition requires that we
want more
Who denies us and overlook who seeks
The rare resource like gristle, our
tongues are engineered to salivate
The acorns stored, but rampage the
fresh carcass
The ironic contradictions of supply
and demand mastered by the golden gleam
Coal burns and diamonds last
endeavors
Glimmering pebbles in a creek bed
I speak and become like pulverized
ancient seashells
Foaming out my mouth in dust of
Santa Fe hill timelines
Of seeing where the ocean covered
the desert in faded abundance
Pondering a desire to love like a
caked shackle
In the expression of want one
becomes rolling thistle
Enamored hold to see the resurrection
of painted gray into colors flaring
Her blue eyes like midnights kissing
the Goddess breath
Time vibrating into water for the
horse at journey’s end
The reciprocation like lioness
indifference to a passing antelope
Thinking of her feels like jaws
crushing my hind quarters
We are drawn to pain like the
challenge to become more like Jesus
Conquering the forbidden smashing
dynasties with aloof indifference
The pheromone of passion calling for
the rapture
God, my god; what must I do
Lord? How many prayers?
Meditative child pose on carpet
weeping on a Sunday after a Saints loss
New Orleans feels like dying wanting
who does not want
Like a plaything for evolution’s
hand and God’s cackle
Licking up the gristle
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