Jean Lafitte Museum Thibodaux

I WILL NOT BE THE SAME AS THE OTHER


Needles hurt,
deep.
It bleeds my agony. Welcome
other injury.
Life walks,
asks me to follow,
but I will not be the same.

I will search the skies.
clamor for my soul. You will travel a thousand
Deserts.
I cry with no calm.
beg my return.

A Tunnel Fire,
marked my departure.
I do not see,
I will not be the same.
On The Moon I see, and there
remember, my wound
walking. Neither

thousand,
I can compare.
Not in a thousand seas,
can find me. Another

wound
mark me life.
Pain, Output Signal.
I do not look any further, I do not see
.
I will not be the same.

Stomach Sitting Narratives

How perfect the imperfect.
That loud silence. That
luminous darkness.
What a beautiful ugliness. That rarity
normal.

That day the night. That hot
coldness.
That liar truth. That
high low. What baseness
high.

That black is white.
That infinite moment.
eternally fleeting. That
live the dead.
That dream real. That

my unconscious conscious. That
impurity so pure. That
locked out.
That sure my question.

Measles Swollen Ankles

AVE FENIX

Demigod Red
with my broken wings,
cry defeat.
die in the night, fall
melted. Union
ash.
Still, I will be born the day.

In magical desert, Libya and Etipía
,
live life.
With wounds and wars, conflicts and fights
.
will die exhausted, as back
day.

spread my wings. Sighing
soul,
will open the Horizon.
pain will come on, have
betrayals
rain down canyons.
As always,
mutate into illusions. Living

die. Dying
reborn.
A Higher Power,
inner conscience.
An evolution,
Transmutation.
A revelation,
Resurrection.