Rubber shoes

You wear rubber shoes
But they don't protect you
Your feet won't fight for you
Only run
From fight to fight
Too weak to raise the knife hand
To weak to raise a shield
The daggers come right in
You and your opposite
Both unaware of the cuts
Sometimes you can lacerate
So quick
So slick
You don't even know
How deep
How hard
How fast
How sexy those cuts can be
How deep a pocket knife sized insult
Can go
Can seem
Can appear
I can defend
I can lacerate
I can deflect
I can reflect
I can be there for you

Jireh. ¤

Lobster claws

Hands in front of wrist
Scissors like lobster claws
The kid snips and snips
Piece by piece
The film he's cutting
Is all from the past
And opposite the truth
Like a sweet angel
Sitting across the subway car
From some homeless hopeful
Masturbating
at the thought of his past
I pray that the girl
Get my same lobster hands
And get him
Right at the source of his falsely
Hopeless masturbatory past.


So the kid dumps his negatives
In the circular file
And recites a line from
The. Butterfly effect
I don't need that stuff I know who I am

And his subtle flapping
Of his newfound but long constricted wings
Creates a movement
That becomes his own future
A hurricane that he recognizes
When he's old and done.
As the butterfly effect.
Jireh. ¤