Taurus
a poem for my brother
tell me brother
what bulls run in your head
and stomp at your heart
my one believer
can i ask
are they still pulling you forward
or have they turned against you
pounding the ground
violently pursuing
like a shotgun blast
downwards again and again
emptying their chamber
what is your pain?
don’t worry
the earth can take it
pound some more
thrash wide open
and sink into the mud of tired and tried
within is the best place to start
my one believer
can i ask
do the bulls rest on your shoulders
how heavy are they now
here’s a secret
tie them to the wings of a hummingbird
see how easily they can be carried away
into the morning
you should see the sunrise from the clouds