land beyond the sea.

[.016, prayer] Land beyond the sea
SF, Cali.

(the land beyond the shining sea,
Where sinners, saints can all be free.)

was waiting for you to seek me
gold-digging in my famed pockets
your faith is weaker than my conviction
easily forgetting which direction to pray to

(where my cold feet lie below the bay,
the myth and fraud still remains.)

I don’t mean well, made on pacifiers
the children buried in my wells still scream
no amount of silver, Hollywood studs will quiet
their yellow-bellied wails.

(I’m built on lies, no need to fortify,
even the real phonies are too ashamed to hide.)

was waiting for Spanish conquistador s
to reclaim the treasure rightfully bled
worth more to someone already dead
and ready to relive the glories of past yesterdays.

(the land beyond the shining sea,
no longer freedom for one such as me.)







[001, evidence] Condescending pyramid
Cairo, Egypt.

the vertex of a point can be so
condescending.
high above tilted skies clear like
Tanqueray
the edges—razors of a binding sort
keeps the magic of a tradition deep within
its sculpted frame
evidence of magic, old magic.

My home
long before the sweaty people came
cameo, business suits and cell phones
abolishing my sacredness
for a fate unknown.

They gaze on my body
like a well-oiled machine
a money making machine
with three-dollar-bill worth of devotion,
it’s a ringer, a phony
and my meaning lost in Pepsi.

“…don’t know what it means,
but sure as heck is bigger
than life, darn near gotta
crick in my neck from lookin’ up.”

Looking up but
never looking ahead.