THE GHOST OF MY FATHER IS VISITING TODAY
I can’t love you yet.
The ghost of my father is visiting today.
The car windows are shut and I’m screaming again.

From Print pool

The world is a blur around and ahead.
I find a single note that is me.
A thousand chords strike at once.
All my cells turn to heaven as one.
A scream from the ocean inside me.
“Power is this.
Your hands are knowledge, not flesh,
blending with love, creating pure soul.
Power is this.
There is no difference between you and me.
I hear the whole world sings today,
water freezes at that precise, shinning instant
for a love so deep.”
I bring my dead poets with me.
Two hundred.
Poets of the metallic moon
and the blood shed at five,
the raw poets of my land.
They tear your flesh apart.
We stand very still, me and them,
watching you run away.
Oh! We are wounded
and you are wounded
and there is nothing we can do.
Ah… my power!