Matter over mind and the red deep under

And it starts a flame
incendiery dust roused by a crazed eyed demagogue
as his words rage
become
tongues of feral fire that cannot be taken back
they haunt
haunt you until
taunted by this harsh Sun your lips blister

you pray for rain

it starts a trickle
and noisy gossip babbles a brook
you cannot resist a placating dip of ONLY toes ONLY to cool your feet
till it hurts as you are pulled in all in  harsh wet wet currents of bad medicine
suck you under sweep you down
and it floods your wholeness
and you feel the drown ..
self esteem screams for air
you are soaked unworthy
unworthy of even an Angels touch

and dust seems the only place
ash seems logical end
dry please oh God!
no more than a sip of need....
just a sip...then oh please oh God....
and years you wander through
wander lust
scorched wilderness wanting

a coward
again
you pray for rain

and it pours days and days
of course...
and you mix it all into muddy redemption

words hurt...bleed
the foul air people expell so willingly
glad words of pseudo triumph
uncaring that that the people
breathing their toxic air ..
might be hurting like Perpetua..
she in martyrdom..
you in vengeance...
might be close
so close
to woman on the verge
or close to divine purpose

Ever expell toxic air?
i have
Ever thrown words that can yes could kill?
i have
Ever try to rescue the ones you almost drown?
i have
Ever been proud of the hurting....


I have not

and all mix in muddy bloody redemption..

wrists slit and the deep slice...
feeels nice...
the drip
pretty
spot to dream swirl
to stream of red ease....
as dream swirls haze eyes...

under, 6 feet, so close to the cold covered covered soggy red under

wish i brought my favorite blanket
and teddy bear....