If I could
Open my pores
and squeeze out
The puss
It would smell
Sweet like nectar
And flow forth
Like slow moving
Honey.
It would issue
Heat
Like molten lava,
It would shine
Like a golden rod
And glow like a star.
If I could
Open my pores
I would renew
Each cell
And walk forth
Everyday
Anew
Conquering worlds
With
My originality
My originality
My sword
My originality
My sword
My origin
Is God
My origin
My God
My God
My sword
My sword
My voice
My voice
My word
My word…Original.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).