BETWEEN BARLEY FIELDS AND PARKING LOTS

wind ravaged hillsides ablaze with the dying star

hold rustling barley

that prays for the rain to wait

black top

heat radiating

screech of brakes leaves a muffler in the intersection

all has become chaos

the snicker of the francolin brightens up the morning

foretells the coming sun

and still no rain on the horizon

traffic jam

constant horns

the gas station takes half our salary

all has been forgotten

and now i stand

stuck between barley fields and parking lots

joy and loss

the real world and the dream

BROKEN SECRETS

deafening trickle of rain

oh how you haunt me

i cannot hear myself think

i cannot feel myself love

imprisoned in your noise

i scream

to whoever will hear me to whatever will shut you up

sheet upon sheet upon sheet upon sheet

you fall

i feel you on my skull i feel you on my sulcus

get out of my brain

my memories
i wish no one to be lurking there
i shut those corridors long ago

you have no place there

get the fuck out

and leave them closed

sudden silence

is that a break in your chaos

will you give me time

to think

to breathe

to hide that which should not be found

i thought not

your torrential drizzle maddens

that one part of my brain you have not probed

with your liquid tendrils and your malicious intent you find my cracks

and i can hold you off no longer

the lock breaks

the sigils fall

all of my secrets pour forth

from my past

my hand

my mouth

i am open

read me like some discarded paper on the subway

some seven year old magazine you found under your sofa

some prescription bottle you found in the dumpster

and see what you dredge up

my colors run

my words blur

your ferocity washes away my life

my secrets are no longer safe

you broke them free