TruthTramp

in my soberest and sanest states

i am among the soberest and sanest

in them or under this sobering rain

tunnel clouds

vapor angels

wind that re arranges

my whispers

before they exit my borders

words that i scream

twenty nine years backwards

and by the time ears

catch these transfers

my voice has reduced

to echoes of a child’s

that i never was

the poet

and the prophet

cast aside

storms flash and boom

and then water

fell in rivers

from the sky

come blessed drops

fall

and see if you can satisfy

the desolate legions of sage

posted on the dusty land

as though stoic soldiers upon

a mass and ancient grave

what histories now here lie

echoing in adobe

echoing in clay

what histories

are stored in a body

what echoes within

arteries metallic

clang

what stories

are we telling

as 999

slides

slides on by

if you are angels

than what am i?

blooming

hookah toking

very complicating

dragonfly?

what am i?