The summer night is breathing
with its sensual wind
warms to my marrow like your skin
the long days now grow shorter
though the Fall's a while away
watch it set, it radiates

"Round"

Round

I am the dung beetle
Catatonic third eye
See this all
In different dimensions
Cataract seared
By
Staring suns
Seeing stars,
But in my head

None are there
No, none are there

I am the dung beetle
My shit has purpose
See the things through my third eye
Hanuman heart
Beating, beating

Slogging in the shit
Love it
Love it
The earth disciplines
Making strength and strong

Stars and shining,
Shining stars
See them shine
Those shining stars
Third eye sun seared
See the stars
Never reaching
Burn to touch
Shit coated tendrils
Become my touch

Rolling rolling
Rolling along
Third eye rolling
Back
Brain projection, upside down
(Always there, always there)
Washed and rolling
Stream of consciousness rolls
Keep it rolling
Keep it round
Cool the burn of searing sun
Cool is the earth
This earth,
Mine
Seen through supine lens
Dark, dark
The dark is done.

Boy on the Beach

Feels so disconnected, the boy lays dead on the shore
The scene repeats again and again
Becomes too hard to ignore
Family, heartbreak and misery,
Submerged in all the pain
50 short years after the world proclaimed "never again"

[chorus]

The sand so suffocating
We can hardly breathe
World ignores innocent spilled blood
Deaf to mothers who do grieve
How can you breathe?

How soon we displace the memories
Of being refugees
In this land, great and plentiful,
Take for granted that we're free
Where doors stay closed to strangers,
And poverty we ignore
Just so long as our eyes divert
From what washes up on the shore

[chorus]

History's a testament
To many tragedies
Where those in a place to do some good,
Ignore the pained pleas
"Not I" your say, cause you pressed 'like'
On some Facebook epiphany
The sands of time sets salt in wounds
That will open again you see

How can you breathe?
How can you breathe?
How can you breathe?