Just Two #3

AN OBSERVATION

tumbling down come the bricks of air
of which my mental home was made,
leaving me homeless and mindless at o ##
the same time and too much to bear
for those who have followed my lead...
tumbling down with the bricks are the
spirits of those bricks whose thoughts
are captured in between the memory
skins interwoven at birth and whose
membrane offers different perspectives
of life as it tumbles down into the two
dimensional world of misunderstanding.

15 June 2022

ARRIVAL IN USA

along the sand road we travel, our darkened
windows prevent us from seeing outside the
in which we are being carried...  there is the
smell of water off to one side and a smell of
death off to the other...  we are led outside
but are blindfolded and hooded, preventing
any visual recognitions...  we are told to
sit on the ground and lean against the wall or
the tree behind our backs.  We breathe in the 
air of human waste and decay and are told 
that this will soon be our home...  our vehicle
starts its engine and leaves....  we are alone
for the rest o the night and in the morning,
border patrol feeds us and takes us to the
place many others where we remain today.

15 June 2022