A Memory philosophical poem

i remember you

i mean….

i don't know

i remember you

gentle 

with a caterpillar

on your finger 

how can I hate you

when you exist in that reality

a memory painted golden

by time

that is not even mine

but a thing told in passing

a thing you said

that just stuck in my mind

i can see you

putting the caterpillar in your pocket 

with those huge calloused hands

so carefully 

so you could find it a home

some place safe

from a place of danger 

but you are the gentle symbol of my hate

the expression of humanity i distrust

yet cannot help but love

the thought of you

that I have shined

and polished

precious

hunched over 

head buried in your hands

in an existential pose

of despair

of pain

of time

of erosion

here i sit

as you once sat

generation after generation

the same posture

the same form

the same potential

untapped

in that futile

huddle

a circle

unbroken

stops at my feet

but we now

are the caterpillars

that may or may not

exist

in this gentle

time

i have made.

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My First City Siren surreal poem

My First City Siren

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my first city siren

came winging out of the night

like a god mouth howling

without a god head thinking

a brother sister hurting

the red flashed like the sweetest 

sugar crackle

sweet haze

of confusion

that struck me so

in my lofty vision

but I lived near a hospital

and the god ear shriveled 

up on the godhead god

all the old gods

are sick and 

silent 

here

the illusion of heaven

are crickets in the field

are toads in the pond

a choir of the first 

songs

my first city siren was so young a voice

bouncing off the brick and mortar

born

I fear it might become

an old song

one day

and a new voice

beyond 

rises

in 

it's

pain

but whatever 

head that is 

god

you might be

throw it back

all unhinged 

and raw

the first city siren

that rips through your

dark mind

windows

flashed

illuminating

the chirp

and hum

of the field

glowing

radiating

incandescent 

our voice knows 

no words

for such

pain

our footsteps crush

the choir

so sympathetic

to our

journey 

but 

tread lightly

for

past the

crushed and crashed

silence

of our 

quaking hands

and restless feet

the still

earth 

reveals 

the gnaw of worms

in the earth

that is

our bodies

without sound

my first city siren

passed my by

an ache

in my

godhead

god

an ache

under

the 

fedora hat

a halo i so

remove

from my ears

in the meadow

of false heaven

the ground still

eats away

beyond

beyond

(from wiki commons)