Freedom

I like to pop them

right between the eyes

cause that's how

Eastwood would

 

I like landing my chopper

in non-flight zones

and edging missiles

between the buildings

 

I like puffing my chest

and raising my voice

and letting the light spill over me

and letting the sand

drawn by the wind

mold my rugged armored skin

 

I like standing on the hill

jousting with gods

and wrapping my fist

around everything mine

 

 

 

I like placing my hand

with delicate touch

over cities

over mountains dipped in heaven

my fingers blotting out the sun

my cuticle a fissure

with a river flowing through

 

And puckering my digits at sunset

and plunging them through and into

hovels and mansions

and endless stores of fools

past alleys and around corners

into closets and behind closed doors

stifling cries

and warming

and embracing

 

And plucking one soul

from the depth of mirth and death

and placing her on my cheek

to caress my pores

with her feet

and bathe in my tears

 

And see what I see

being small

as she

 

I sing and weep to be free

 

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful and strong poem. The beginning brought me in. Description and story in the poem held my attention to the last word. Ending was perfect. We can be brought back to being human by something kind and simple. A excellent poem. Goal of a Writer to make the reader think. You did.
Coyote

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

This is very lyrical.. well written.. I enjoyed it very much . I have no helpful critique as it stands well as is.