Crying Mary

She’s a no good harlot!

She’s possessed with evil intent.

She paints her face and wears improper clothes.

But, the winds scream Mary.

Why is she this way?

No one but she and her God know what happened to her.

One act of kindness from the Right Person-

She is healed.

And, the wind whispered Mary

My Catholic named is Mary Magdalene.

I know her pain and see through the lies.

Her invisible scars speak to me.

And, I cry MARY!

*giant nod to Jimi

Smoke on the Horizon

Curling my fingers around you like a Twizzler in my hand,

Chewing off the top and bottom carefully as not to be noticed.

A deep inhale brings a sigh of relief and a pang of worry.

You infiltrating my lungs as if long lost friends,

Sighing out the vapor is bittersweet-I don’t want to say goodbye but I want to say hello again and again and again…

How will I stop;

When will it end?

Heart Ache

As popcorn birthing

My eye is popping, hurting

I can feel the vein

Thumping its way to oblivion

I grab my medicine bag

And produce a green and yellow capsule

Pop it in my mouth and flounce to the floor

Am I having a heart attack?

Should I have taken aspirin, too?

No, there’s some in the med.

I begin to meditate…my emergency meditations

The yogi asks if I responded or reacted

I did both, you fool

The reaction was my response

Did my heart attack me ?

I will never know

Has time passed, no

though the clock says so

I sneeze and, for a millisecond

My heart stops again.

The weird thing is I am in the exact same position as before

Only my chest aches on this stark, old, wooden floor.