a lover snores besides a someone.
the daughter of someone is in a bedroom
pulling air through a harmonica.
the sun is out and someone sits with goose bumps.
someone has turned grey as a rain weathered tin.
someone’s heart is twisty sensitivity and has not yet learned to swallow. Darfur. Iraq. Afghanistan
war torture. Cuba…WWII, the love of family.
someone’s grandmother comes to visit and leaves.
someone’s friend calls. someone gives advice, says, “find a lover
you can sit and talk with,
laughter holds hands into sticky glances.
someone’s daughter goes outside to a ride a scooter
someone’s lover snore stops and becomes a whisper.
someone is sad and blessed
someone is lonely and surround by carpet. someone doesn’t know
what a someone is, only what a bomb is not.
all the creative ideas
that someone hasn’t learned
to control are the pieces that someone tastes and savors.
someone can’t shake the snakes, or explain
the need of death by whips and earthquakes.
someone needs a bath with potato soap and someone brushes
the lives that someone tangles and never notices. someone
moans for the someone who someone is mis-teaching.
and someone is searching for a home for someone who is homeless. and someone
is playing dice down -out into a hall to make someone some money. Someone is dodging
work to go to a war and haircut. someone is looking in a fridge
and someone is watching tv. someone
pretends that someone’s feet are planted on the ground. someone is nobody cause they are dead
cause someone has just blown off someone’s head. someone is singing
words of evolution. and someone is wondering
when someone will peek into someone’s eyes, and hand
someone a rye and Swiss sandwich. a someone is scared to go outside alone or
talk with someone over the phone. someone doesn’t want someone
to know someone writes death letters to someone’s self. someone is sick
and poor. someone is rich and disconnected by a fence around their yard. someone is birthed
and someone eats noodles without sauce. someone is
a friend for life and someone has cancer of the mouth.
someone is an artist and someone is
nurse. and someone utters a little curse.
someone listens and someone blesses the life-giving tree.
and someone won’t ever be free. someone
lives their life internally. and someone is trying
to figure out who someone is, and someone won’t
find the answer, while someone will know it doesn’t matter.
someone marches for peace and someone doesn’t want to come home from war
someone needs a hug, and someone’s been over touched. someone is on
drugs, and someone wishes drugs could fix someone’s problems