Yellow boxed bike family

 The steel box yellow paint and rusted
the missing teeth of the rider first a smirk
then a surveying grin
slowing before the supermarket 

Creaking and squealing the brakes clasped
in his thick farmhand tinkering hands
a three wheel bicycle carriage
The box almost a tailor

greasemarks on the hairy leg skin
almost sixty years on his face
Waving to the carpark observer
a bow legged toddler leapt

using the bicyle wheel to aim himself
landing softly and cheefully fresh grin
a centimeter of dried mucus above
half a drop of saliva clinging

His well kempt sister a stride after
Not to follow but to oversee
The two of them entered gleefully

Rigging the bomb

 A spoonful of wrath
mixed into the unstable mind
an anger factory in the heart
connect them up with fibre optic indignation

wind up the clock the predictable time it takes
To explode on the unaware perturbers
lazer stare shrapnel expression
Radioactive maelstrom or ire

death and chaos from damning eyes

Flight path

 we seek something

Years spent taking off yet not a moment on the destination
rustic birds who have just mastered their wings sky kissed
slowly appearing and disappearing through low mist
That which obscures the path ahead toward future

Through lights and tunnels
old forgotten cities and restaurants
overlapping between the sought things of others
and those we seek obsessively for ourselves

we are hypnotized by the flowing water of the fountain
waching it fall from elaborate designs as if it were time
In it's own closed cycle unfathomable to our minds
clear and liquid possibly descriptive of a moment

we seek something

Facing death

 Death is a thick block
bouncing around the cosmos
Bruising and marking the future
tweeking destiny

fine tuning the extent of life
shadows of a future
hollow and fleeting
our amusing expectations

Bags of woulds and used tos
desire value and memories
stories we live and dream
waking another face from underneath

the one that replaces our living one

Pride of the christian heart

 Blackened christ salt and burn marks
I searched for hope within his eyes
It had been beaten out head tilted forward
body hunched in agony

Compounded sadness and resignation
waiting for the further injustice and suffering
The destruction of his light suddenly evidence
that validated the faithless and acccusers

Would you have him teach you
would you have him show you the value of forgiveness
One of us sold the nails
except for the screams all of us silenced him

will he have a voice in you?
In the circus of your heart?
In the absence of your mind?
or will you just recite scripture and pay the tithing

Yusef morroco

 The south of his face
in the north of his face
The bulges of the outer cheeks
the valleys  and enriched eyes

Politeness clear enhancing pupils
the desert sand browns and yellow
in the skin color of his face
eyes focus then withdrawl

the man in him is certain
the child cautious 

melon and exercise

 The melon needs to be wrapped
There are too many pieces
it's over the side
Ok ill get the wrap

I'd like to come too
over dinner
get some exercise
a group effort

the melon is not heaped anymore
bring me the lid
There's no lid here
go search for it

get out the wrapper then
I had wanted to accompany all
Now you are back from the gym
workout finished