boulders

because man's zest obstinate with success 
stones roll faithless 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 encounters yield a spread of spoils 

and loot dealt purgated of guilt with all 

fair trade desire squared 
by ladies in max factor eyeshadow
ready to maim whoever collisions 

fit 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

thus careless the shadow of a lady cuts
his breath