spirit

the family chain.
the broken links in between
hang the skeletons.

from the beating heart
comes the rhythm of my song.
lyrical poet.

smell of fried onions.
the red blood of tomatoes.
wash my hands of it.

pink baby faces.
a bookend of life’s journey.
the stories between.

the morning rain soft
like heartbroken memories.
mirrors of my eyes.

if you love and dance
then you are a happy man.
else you suck human.