Black Cicada
That
Change
Can not a life expectancy
Not revolution
Here
I am
Down
I am hunkering
Feelers as nails
So world wills me
Though this
Die
I will not
Black bird
From white ant to
My make up
Who will hear my song?
I will tell you the heat
In the crease of oak shoulder
As loud as I want to be
That drumming
Against Delaware humidity
Opening up
As I bend my thorax
A black star
Shed my shell
To sing my song
Of hiding
I have risen after 31 years
Red beard
Black Cicada
Bluegrass Return in Quatrain
(After Greg)
I listen to the wind that obliterates my traces…
-unknown
Blood
Can’t wash away my
& Wind
Obliterate this soul Lord
I cannot rid this skin Kentucky
I prodigal son
I native son
Bluegrass State
Who doesn’t like flowers
My taste buds
Baring yellow tulip flowers tang
Fiddle trees
To the next generation
& Daughter to pass on my healing story
Looking for my new reflection baptismal oil
Into Sea Kentucky I go plunge
Cigarette burns blue too damn fast
Never sounded sweeter
Sylvester Weaver’s laments
Father –Goddamn
Family a lifetime burden
Obliterates my soul
In my new world
Memory notes/wind travel
The older know better than to dream
To learn who they are
Youths burning desire
Better suited for younger bones
Trying to forget these roots
Brother flower into father
Bluegrass Louisville pain
Oceans Bloom
I still remember
My pain vow
Soul yoke blue
Pricking four string guitars
Standing with me shimmering
Some good memory
Eclipse Kentucky Plight
But Ancestry
Now for Sister
Only for Daughter
Now I go back
Home has no heart quarter
Like a soul record
Hitting home
Onto screens of cigarette smoke
Nostalgia
I never intended to go back
