Wednesday, June 11, 2014

PROLOGUE: GREEN FEATHERS by Jasen Sousa

PROLOGUE:  GREEN FEATHERS

What’s lost in the streets
without names and owners
eventually finds homes, cuddled
by the flames of loners.

Listen to those who search 
for temporary treasure on the corners 
where weight is exchanged for 

green feathers

that float into the pockets
of invisible street lovers dressed
in urban sweaters, stitched 
with the letters of their real names.

Who you be? 
Who can you be?

Sell more than lies
that were put in your palm.  Search
for the truth like the man who keeps
asking for a refill of the juice 
in his arm.

Check please!

Full, until I am hungry again.  Search 

for nourishment that will fill

the linings of my stomach’s soul for an entire lifetime, 
or at least until the moment gets old.

Inner city mining, digging for punishment.
Do you feel me, how am I supposed to be felt?
Every time I write, live a line,
I wonder if I will tell it in the right way?

Can you hear it the same way I can hear it?
Echoing inside my rib cage, pulsating
down my fingertips.  If I didn’t write it, 
it would never exist.

I guess.

Fresh, like the dozen eggs just placed 
on the shelf, waiting to be cracked open 
to find what’s in one’s self.






First Published
in
Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress
Cataloging in Publication Data

ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7

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