boulders

because of man's zest obstinate with success 
stones roll faithless and as we climb the hill
we meet them head on

once capsized they furrow our backs

-it's a world diverged calling for carnage 
at the sight of flesh

these operations yield a speed and curve 
unabridged of guilt dealt with all desires squared 
in a puzzle fair 
by a spread of ladies in shadows
-oh yes that old trade- ready to maim

whoever collisions fittingly 
emotions in hand

it's a piece of our heart laid on the table 
to bid on a rumor of one fanciful ride 
on the yellow blunt gallows where hangs 
the knowhow of our fathers' hell -we 
envision they nod on the stars to lit 
the skies all -we do not understand care
-we roll in the fall who drove wolves 
blowing sea shells for pure joy as 
the cups spill overflowed with betrayal

-we hear a far rumble...boulders we think

it's the one with the stone wallowing 
in the stumble -never short of faith nor ever 
short of rock bottom- there he rolls and tries 
and pushes the stone up the hill once again

as careless the shadow of a lady cuts
his breath

everyday spirits

look the statue in the eye...make sure
there is no wanton prayers
remember mother sang through the midday call
in the face of a well known score and dilligently
no matter what her chores
while the children pranced to a ball
-forsake me not / gimme shelter / i'll walk down
and turn on everyone at the other end-
behold! our praise is shattered and blown to bits
are the chances to connect with one burgundy
madonna -stanced whip in hand-
to master the punks hollerin' shindy
she addresses all under a wild sun to exorcize
their nature with pangs communal
and set them straight on their way to heaven

it followed reeling shadows reaching everywhere
in the evening bloom mom had gone and the kids
danced to a blur the icons of an afternoon