Bruce Bond

Body and Soul

Where to find freedom over the horizon
where feet, cut and callused drag over
trails of tracks erased from those who try to escape
where broken backs yield to the fresh fields

and they slump over and work
until blood hits the bone
and finger ball at the crests of their knuckles
and exhale out prayers for repair

they carry weight on their heavy hearts
and sometimes hear the screams echo through the fields
of another who chased the moon over the edge
but were snatched back once the sun rose again


Ringtone

An annoying pitch to the ear
when we hear Cassiopeia,
A cricket chirp or the chime of a bell
ringing throughout the cases,
pockets or bags that hold them
and alert the owners that will choose to
ignore them, silence them, or  return them


Ash

Smudged stains on denim jeans and 
buds sprinkle grey dust to the floor,
burning still. Clouds fill the airways and i pat the
peach flavored cigarillo against my thigh to release
the ash into the wind and then exhaled into the holes
I poked into the sides of caramel root bear
bottles that were clear once the bud became too
short to extort smoke from just the pull of the
lit end.


Two Dreams with a Brief Waking in the Middle

where did my mind wonder to
into paroles of dreams that
scare me. I moved my lips to create wording
were suppose to save, but they only furthered
my slumber that felt like an induced coma
of motionless bodies just lie still
and my mind wanted to awake but another dream,
it just replaced

Scar

My mother owned a rose gold, eggplant broach,
with purple crystals and lime green stones.
it sat on her dresser and I often took it with me into my bedroom
i would gazed at the glare of my reflection into the broach
and watch as 8 of me stare back into my face
and i stuck its pin into cloth of my Little Maggie Doll's dress
but missed the clip and it stuck straight into my skin
and red plasma spilled out.

The Human Share

Revelation of his return
and the
and carry the visit of  his son,
where a rapture would come
 and carry those of us, good, up above.

How humane are we, to live up to a God
the ultimate being, and human's share him
through laughter, pleasure and prayer.



Elysium

Most dangerous of all is reality
for if i could fall into a dream to escape
the madness of it all, that would
make me the most happy.

like, the ray of auburn chocolate kisses
that touch the spine of my back from him,
my dream man, and in the end
he licks me like Barbie, would Ken


Estate

Land cultivated by manicured lawns
and on Ireland green grass
sat a house, and a stable, and a shed
that left a bands of their glare
over the neighbors sun lit land it spares

Peal

These long days, and the glazed eyes
and zombie-like behavior of students
afraid of the inevitable, and teachers
standing on sticks and steeples as they approach
the end of the reoccurring adult day care
that babysat the over-achiever chats and
thumb tacked their grades into their imaginary
hall of fame


White

And for a time it seemed like all noise
only hummed through the voice box
of voiceless convents and we draped
and clasped speakers to our ears
until the outside world rapidly disappeared