illumination
is how she feels, when the sun
makes the dull Earth… bright
illumination
is how she feels, when the sun
makes the dull Earth… bright
I am my mother’s cheers
I embody my father’s fears
I go further and further past
the painful sears
that ended mom and dad-
that end to their careers…
I am guardian
of my mother’s ghost
I am protector
of my father’s post
I am gatekeeper
to that lone fated coast…
I am master
of my mother
of my father,
their fates
The master
of all fates-
yet master
of none…
I’m their warrior
their savior
their angel-
I am Juno
I am
and I am
their soul
their love-
reborn
rose golden liquor-
what else is there to live for
after the last drop?
400 million guns
330 million Americans
In America
Guns outnumber People
. . .
Why?
Hundreds dying of viruses
every single day
every single day
Hundreds dropping to choruses
every single day
every single day
But
the Economic Show must go on
must go on
and on
and on
and on
forever
out and under
up and over
our dead bodies
our dead bodies
our dead bodies…
i don't want to die-
but i don't want to live
in this undying hell
i don't know what's what-
what's what is always what is,
and never what was
I used to be mute-
but then a little bunny
took my breath away
When I make art for myself
I’m happy and feel alive
When I make art for others
a piece of my soul withers
and dies.
I'm anonymous.
yet I am Juno before
I'm anonymous