Billy Jno Hope
Afternoon Poem
a lion at the door Swallowed the day Broken with spite At the inevitable chorus of pop songs Sutured for soft light I burdened siesta With a thousand little earthquakes I listened where you
Half Steps
folly cracked the mirror A soul gasping wound Voodoo induced vertigo Psychedelic blackouts In the cracks Between art and blasphemy Paralyzing paranoia of becoming The vision that heals Cast shadows to douse the flames
I wrote a life
this might be the swan song I have traveled beyond misty mountains Spilled my seed on the hungry rock Hallowed days Blasphemous timelines Art nourishment Prolific like sin To the serpent edge of youth