Go to work
Come home and clean
Take vacations to feel free
Just want to grab my lover and head to the shore
Or back to the woods
No rules anymore
Charlottesville
blood in the streets,
still I’m not surprised,
hateful hooded men who carry torches breeze past me everyday,
in the supermarket, on the subway –
cloaks and masks removed.
blood in the streets,
and somehow the opposition is to blame,
how dare we fight back against an armed, racist, mob,
don’t you know who gets to carry the pitchforks around here?
(hint: it’s not you and I)
blood in the streets,
and broken bodies out on sidewalks all summer long,
when’s it going to finally sink in?
more incendiary threats and half-baked wars,
this nation will be its own ruin.
Réveil
Feet on the ground now so I don’t miss a step (except for when I’m falling all over my lover).
Practicing patience, keeping the inner-self still.
Present passing by, future slowly more clear. A rush and a push, we’ve come all the way here.
Take a second, take a minute, enjoy and u n w i n d.
Wednesday
A sudden rush of emotion
withheld, censored, eyes closed
immersed in the ocean
Clear blue skies, muddled intentions
breaking life open
skirting the law, another family tradition
The seams can’t be sewn together again
A rush of ambition, of love, of blood
“Quick before it all turns to dust”
A demigod among men, eternally lamenting
July
i
just want a little respect, a bit more consideration,
body – all pain and determination
ii
writhing in the sunlight, kissing the sky,
watching the tides rise and die
San Francisco
Cool clean air and remnants of the past line the avenues.
Cafés on every other corner, magic spent with a love that’s true.
Loves, lives long lost – extinct.
Enveloped in the winding hills,
Entranced by hazy blue skies,
Could use another week (a month, a year) away,
Lost in the city by the bay.
Hayden Winston 
You must be logged in to post a comment.