The poetry of life
words on a page
streaming out of my mind 
singing 	
like a sage
Sounds abound  
dancing sALSA in my soul
my fEET have found
mERENGUE has no fears.

the poetry of mAMBO in my heart	  
crying from deep inside 
Our music will forever be our love

No hiding from my soul
The words are not words
They are life flowing through my body
into a deep space between us 
as we dance to our own music
The poetry 
you, I cannot hide from it 
As I mAMBO to heaven.

There are no words that come to mind. Whenever I think of the brother who no longer haunts our lives. Distant echoes flash through my mind. 

Silently.

Peter died of a broken heart. I was ten. He was eight.

He died in our bedroom. The one that he barely slept in. Hospitals were really his home.

I slept through his moaning and his final breath.

All I remember is that my father was silent. My mother was crying. 

He’s only a photograph of memories. Torn at the edges. Frayed, discolored, fading black and white. I barely remember his face. His name. 

His tortured life.

He’s just a photograph of memories that was buried a lifetime ago.

You’ve been Reckless Crazy

I’ve screamed at you
a million times

nothing
can stop you
     being reckless crazy

     dope fiend
     drug dealer
     alcoholic
     woman beater
     back stabber
     heart cheater
     law breaker

life stealer.

No threats
     of expulsion
     or exile
     or imprisonment
     or death

can stop you. 

You fool everyone
with
     a charmed life
     crowds cheer you
     slap your back
     call you a leader
     
even a hero

     write stories about you
     on tv

make you famous.

You don’t fool me

I've screamed at you
     a million times
     nothing 
     can stop you
     being reckless crazy

We’re done.