Sharp breather.

Got you off the stony road.
Hairy like a sasquatch.
Ferns were once your bed.
High branches hold your weight.
Owls compete but...
Squirrels carress you.
Pines disguise your smell...
Redwoods elevate you.
The round cloudless night.
On which I beckon.
Legends dress you.
Yet your whole self is known to me.
Shuffling through leaflitter.
Out by spring.
Breakout and rumble between the trunks.
Awaken the shoots with your beauty.
To the wonder of humans...
The blessing of the heavens...
God´s wife.

Early

Dressed in tiredness.
Hot clothes I took off.
Tiredness by sunlight.
Breathing exhausted air.
Tiredness across the forehead.
Under arms and through the neck.
Early yearning for blankets.
Early yearning for pillow.
Off on another level dreaming.
Tranquil dawn.
Alarm flatlined in the dead of night.

Before Midday bright

Waking to the glimmer,
Clouds have all been simmered.
Welcome to the shine,
Starts to burn by nine.
Brilliant morning sun,
spreading butter on all the rooves,
splashing tiredness away.
Baking all the loaves.
The day´s made by light.
Under hats seeing sunglass sights.
Under awnings with coffee.
Soon to be consumed by a hot afternoon.

Devil lady

The Devil lady.
Approached me at the bar.
Hair on fire!
Cursing and burning.
I blew at her flames.
Her face lit up.
Off came her skin.
Turning quickly to cinder.
Her laughing died down.
Her head became ash and ember.
I guess she went back to @#$%.

Point a machine gun

Waiting on the Hill.
Two adolescent soldiers came out of their fort.
Waiting holding trigger fingers heavy.
The teen soldiers opened fire,
Heavy chamber fed killing hose.
Chewing up the earth infront of us.
Yet not a bullet crossed our path.
Our captain´s high low declaration of attack was given.
Those boys were no more.
Storming their fort.
Through old weapons and bodies we trudged,
someone had gotten here before us.
Captain´s face was solemn.
No intell, just the smell of diesel, gunsmoke and curdled blood.
Futilities scent.

Older

I´m older than I look.
Lived this life before.
Failed.
Sent me back to do it all again.
Cared about myself.
Energy to hurt.
To see my ego melt.
Stop my mouth from blurt.
Cared about myself.
Zero, I´ve returned.
Here, a subtle patience.
Here, a subtle conscience.
Here, a distinct turn.
I look so young, yet a lifetime was granted.
First I burned my chance,
providence gave it back enchanted.
Energy to heal.
To forgive the dealer...
And accept the hand i´m dealt.

Favela

Winding narrow alley.
Half paved steps and walls.
Friendship, humble people.
Through the dim tunnels.

Doorways on either side.
A happy street merchant stops me.
"Your accents from where?"
Excited children running up and down.

Families and neighbours crowd the entranceway talking.
Youths meet with their fooball colours and loud speakers.
Small palms ease out of tight concrete pots.
Every smile.

Every greeting.
Love and brotherhood shines out of the humble beginnings.
Such a noble thing, to forget how to judge.
It no longer seems as poverty