December 15, 2008

Spirit Razor


I tattooed passion
Across my chest
Feeding my heart
My hummingbirds
And double happiness

The needle skipped over my ribs
Close to the bone
The pain shot up my arm
Like the symptoms of a heart attack

Spirit Razor
Inscribing my flesh
With the passion of a Christ
At least Jesus loves me

Later I pruned the dead azalea
Cut out the faded bamboo
Encouraged the jade
To stay succulent

I ripped apart the mattress
Soaked with the sweat
Of death and nightmares
Back to the earth
It is the time of Virgo

I sort through the chaff
And harvest my abundance
I am discriminating
And I am Whole
Unto Myself

kgr, August 2004