Giver of Shine


Friend, never rollover. 

With your expanded lungs 

and your racing heart

there you hang, 

swinging there 

from ropes

as an explorer, 

leaping from earth into night sky;

here you look back,

induce a feeling of awe

and we watch you,

we watch you

exhale stars, suns 

popping up like acne 

on our children’s adolescent faces.

Living day to day is hard, friend,

so we forever remain 


changing in the sense of

experiencing time,

by asking questions

so that we learn, 

and what we learn

is that our jungles camouflage


black bodies with 

lurking lead pipe tails, 

green eyes slit and searching 

for a meal. It’s only across the way

when a Vietnamese boy finds 

unexploded memories he discovers

when plowing 

his field;

watch exploding boy spray

in all directions

inside your mind,

a flash of boiling light, your

mind’s photo,

crackling like ice

in warm whiskey throats,

 snow storming like a 

locomotive down a mountainside;

watch and listen,

listen to tides rush

the windshield over, 

buckle n snap; 

underwater pressure

spiders the gap, 

and up floats 

tender meat

in boiling

rich soup as it 

slowly turns from

pink, to gray,

spices clearing her

nasal passages to

meet snot and sweat on her lips,

and afterward she 

stares up to the sky;

see these electrical lines

below the clouds connect

us to sky, they are tamed

lightning, like 

a battery in your hands,

like you do, 

like you are doing, 

like you are scrolling,

like you click Like,

social media casting her 

grand spell, Like it or


In these cluttered city streets 

car horns are like

crickets in small southern towns,

just a different species clamoring,


heating in the sun

or cooling in the night,

soon dead 

and decaying 

in the ground,

influencing beyond a 

headstone in books he’s left us,

in personality traits passed on to 

her kids,

living on in the imaginations

of the living.


I admit how

that moon in the sky

is our moon,

that sun up there

is our sun giving us life down here;

and down here, 

content like a kid in 

mama’s lap,

calm in daddy’s arms,

or all grown and alone and staring

into a sea of sharkfin mountain ranges,

I finally take a cool drink on 

a hot day, and so



things seem ok, 

things can be ok when

taking a sip of cool

water, enjoying a few bites of

warm food,

looking to face

the stars along

these vines of a black n silver sky,

and it feels,

it seems

like things can be ok.

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