Our words
on paper seemed so much
younger
then.
endless to the
edict of
others.
How we willed our words
into
being!
Down Here
Protected by all the
shadows
we lived within.
We moved inside the Harmony of the
night.
that faceless fuel in the
poet's mouth
Down Here
on the wet
angry streets
we are the
invisible, nameless, darkness
that lock your
doors
criminal
"You are never
safe"
He said one night
then lit his last
hot cigarette.
"All the broken windows have
eyes.
"We are the Danger of
a single word that
gives
life"
Down Here
heart shaped vowels emit
the
fragrance
of un-flushed toilets,
yellow nicotine fingers
hold
brown paper bags
that
scream
through
the neck of the next
fix
Down Here
Love has
no last
name
Pain is the dark blue
prism of our
fire
Down Here
We feel nothing electric
but our
Art
