karl kurla

if
i was born black
i could call this
my country
but
i wasn't
i can't
it isn't

take a voyage

take a voyage 

on the rolly polly

honkey nut sea

bougainvillea fills gutters

replaces rain

- a crimson fall

i want to hear if it can be done alone

sit

don’t stand

be aware of emergency exits

things someone said

i can’t

i am sorry

i am sorry

i can’t

things someone else said

you don’t think

i can do this

i don’t think

i can do this

you don’t think

so much empty

so much no meaning

so much not here

it’s about more into less

it’s about nothing i know

it’s about being here before

when clouds part

stars become visible

outside

i am fallen

stones grind my bones

twigs spear my side flesh

blood is silver in the wound

my open mouth fills with moonlight

i swallow

rain begins 

tell it right

when i look up
its only the ginger plant
scratching at the window
but here alone
deep in afternoon
reading your lifes reason
it could be demons
sent to make sure
i tell it right
sent to make sure
i dont forget
the pain the love the pain

dark n'stormy

he drank Dark n’Stormy.

not very subtle

i said

dark and stormy

untitled

crucified himself in secret

seeker with a  hypodermic

hammered dead to the bed

ran to paradise

separated body and soul

as promised by seventies rock sages

the golden years

bop! bop! bop!

not living to sing the tale.