I am

I am hands and hair
I am the sun on your skin when the clouds finally break
I am the sloppy kiss of puppy you found abandoned
the last m&m
the last pile of leaves
I am the smell of dirt and rain
I am the grass that caresses your back
the seed stem tickling your foot
I am rowdy and loud
I am dirty hands
dirty mouth
I am bugs and stones
shells and bones
Otter-pops and dots and zots
Moxie blue cream
your first wet dream
I am the ring of freedom
I am the memory of what we were
before the world grew tame and civilized
I am your first bitten lip
I am fireworks
peeing in the swimming pool
your first dirty magazine
and never getting caught
I am scout
I am the howl with the dogs when the fire engine blazes by
I am the first time you didn’t cry
when the band aid got ripped off
and the first time you did
when mom broke her hip
I am the river
the lizard basking
the satyr in the school play production
and in your dream last summer
I am jackass written in big bold colors
on your neighbor’s driveway
and the toilet paper hanging from his trees
I am the irreverent laughter in the 16th pew
bibleschool bully and your best friend
skipping out and running naked
through the fields and streams out behind the rectory
because god was never in this building
he’s always been right here
inside of me
I am boy
I am forever
boy

trespasser

what if i started

my incantation

by whispering your name

quietly

to myself in the closet

and then revealed it to another

a friend

a sister

a co-worker

a stranger

your name

the anti-jehova

once spoken

weakened

like great solomon's locks

your name the burden

and the power

simultaneously coexisting.

what if i began

by turning inward

and started this war cry

as a dreamquest

as a trance

as a walkabout

tribal triangulation

laser focused

raising energy

bringing down the moon.

what if i set forth
with tears and rage

and fear and hatred

and let them wash into the ocean

polishing the stone of resolve

within me

the heart of a warrior

hidden

in the body

of an ordinary fat guy

with bills and a cat.

what if i didn't fall over and die

what if i survived

rose up

and imprison you

in my own way

slowly

allowing your foothold

but crushing your growth

as you tried to do my spirit.

what if this son of dust

became more

despite you

and your tedious existence

found his voice

named you

and forever broke your curse.

since i remember knowing

Since I remember knowing,
I’ve been moving on.

Comfort closes, warm and near,
Lulling us to sleep and dream,
But dreams that don’t move

are dreams that rust
And that which isn’t moving
Has stopped growing.

Since I remember knowing,
I’ve been moving on.

I make a sand painting of my life
In brilliant colors, mandalas spun,
But calm lullabies always sound

just before the storm
And one cannot prevent the winds
From blowing…

Since I remember knowing,
I’ve been moving on.

So many myriad objects glimpsed
And embraces to grasp fondly,
But a nomad knows no house

of wood or stone
So like the eternal river Tao, my path,
It is always flowing…

Since I remember knowing,
I’ve been moving on.

Kona would like to wish you all a very...

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