MY NAME IS PROPHET

My name is Prophet but they call me, ‘Hey, you!’ I am a penniless drifter shod poorly. I’m diseased & despised. I sing for a seat near the hall down the path to the shed used by swine. I’m gleeful with joy for any place to dine. Crafty by circumstance, I am blessed with a…

BECOMING A MAN 

I am there along side all of those who loved him for being a true human being. Life is short but terribly eternal. Some of us are mortal, some of us are gifted immortality. We do not choose one or the other.

THIS MOON TONIGHT

There is no way you can avoid this moon tonight. Do you hear me? There is no way you can avoid this moon tonight. At this moment, He is framed by my giant regal avocado tree in bloom. There is the face of Buddha in His. That is very clear. Or should I say, ‘He is…

A NIGHT SUCH AS THIS

On a night such as this in a land far away came the Raven ~ joyously surfing the warm winds of night, a breathtaking sight, such effortless might mocking the dusk with her spellbinding flight. A luminous bird with jet black bright eyes. The truth in her passion seared holes in the sky. She held…

THE HAWK & THE RAVEN

I recall full moon silver upon frosted eves & glassine dew upon sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders, masters of weave, slept snug & warm beneath an eave. The creek roared fierce with a late spring rain. All things full must surely wane. Perpetual blossoms should not be sad, yet I cannot sing when I am mad….

MOON BEING

Part of my face is an immense crater. It is here I spend all my free time, sitting beside myself sipping tea on the lips of my cheek bones.  We talk endlessly about your perfection; what a profound  defect of character that is.  We then respond ad infinitum. We compare notes. We laugh, cry, and wistfully whine,  sitting…

UNTIL THE RAIN CAME

It was a summer with Blacks living more & more in their world, while Whites are living more & more in theirs & they never kiss anymore! It was a summer of Polar Bears without homes, Coyotes lying motionless on the side of the road & giant Blue Whales washing up lifeless upon California’s shores.

OUR GANG

We are odd creatures, aren’t we? With the same information we come to absolute opposite conclusions. For instance, there are people who think these four women below in the news clip inserted, are the lunatic. idiotic, anti-American fringe, while there are those who believe that without these women our planet, forget about our nation’s laws…

MY PROPHET RISING

  My prophet rises from snow white sands. He is cut & bruised with bloody hands. His metamorphosis is marked by purple flowering feathered wings immaculately conceived. He reaches into the eye of the sky & fondles memories from before my time, back when this river flowed with twice its heart & the sky more…

TOPEKA ‘PREACHA

He says he loves Jesus and Jesus loves him. He’s a modern-day prophet forgiving your sins. He’s a radio pirate with a cable show too, A mistress in Paris, an eye out for you. His brand of religion breeds heartbreak and pain. He’s a born again Christian with something to gain. Deceitfully convincing his flock…

BURN ~ SCOTT UTLEY

INCINERATE MY SAVAGE SOUL I AM PAPER BURNING AT ALL MY EDGES YOU ARE THE SMOKE I BECOME