Driver

Warm grain sand, fixate
hands looking back at you.
Bumblebees leaping grass to weed
plowing through trees
intoxicated moon rising,
stumbling to take a leak.
That same second: atoms splitting
in the arc of a god's arrows-
angry teenage thumbs stuffing combat shells
embracing like a mother's love
the bat dung, glistening gunpowder
in collective armory
filling righteous ears and ten hearts
all scattered to the reaches of the desert.
Biblical text undeciphered
secret scripture, coming up through crevices
where hides battle tactics and hippie schemes.
Where no one tells him he's wrong
or so right that his dream
should reach further than the world
in which he disbelieves.

Breezy wheatfield youth
softest in secret clinging
to you at night.
Afraid to invite the silence
the science of Alone-
noises heard, not yet learned
the courage to possess,
made into an addictive nose bleed
sunrise.
Prizefight mind
body moves hard
a suit of armor,
kidnapping you to every seaside
carnival you could ever crave--
to overdose on saddling the sky.
A tragic carride accident
comic ferris wheel junkies falling fist-first
like thoughts into waves, laughing them under
begging for a smoke, a chance to save.

The broadest calm, a father sits to judge
his unborn children, from behind
selective, fluid and slipsliding eyes;
the truth pounds
wishing well bound
refurbished garden shed door.
Already reaching his dreams since
the hour before he was born-
conqueror of every shore
to the root of the outer albatross;
the giant kept dragging blind to the side
breeding new ideas that die
then scream, laugh-like.
A horde of school children
monkey fish with 10,000 voices
soaring opera of strength and weakness
feeding from this world,
then found alone and calling,
nestled in the leafy greens, high
above treetops, waiting and gone
beaming mad with boredom
from the off ramp, dead end street of excess
u-turning in a circle of fire water ritual.

Cult leader without a tribe
Come to take a drive
bleeding into the sun as it sets
on the shores-- one day promised to recalculation,
Eavesdrop to its unspoken ground
the soul born free, beneath
grand confusion, collapsing star
live to walk on top of carriage rides
soar through verbal skies, believing
that the stars twinkle above.
Shining even in the paleness of daytime
from within broken bones, scattered-
abandoned playground
shrouded
in the deepest equation of blue.

Chieftain of foreign tours
sands of war
civilization in every pore
peace in the valley in the soles of light shoes;
rainbows hailing colours like cabs in each second
of his eternity, the moment before it runs from itself.
Always around the bend
just never close at hand
trapping movement in the meadow pond;
still conceiving even sleeping
telling lies small and overblown-
unclaimed truth that's lived and known.
Soul glides down the waterfall
cascading heart beats
filling with sounds
stories emptying from veins like children and rules
surrounding his multitude
shooting at midnight starry skies---
The day is old
fades to a close
bold
that it will construct him forward,
forever on a roam in search of haven,
boundless home.

~ M. Lucia