What i know of joy would fit in a slim ghetto pocket
an origami dollar dipping wings in a soken Ramon salute thin as a dime dropped on the abandoned education passing history off as a pothole to be filled in an election year for a photo shoot. What i know of patience prescribes twist off bottle tops in a window display of forgotten soldiers awaiting vaccination from the cost of wars we’ll never see on tv but always know in our bones as broken glass gathered in bedsheets sprinkled like pepper spray in the schoolyard. What i know of righteousness is a metallic fish icon on a vagabond trailer with out of date out of state plates housing a happy meal beggar unsure of the best corner or the chances of a public restroom being open on a holiday. The divine is holy to blame for claiming hope is an unfiltered breath the air of grievance codified to endanger the gendered, the tender, the air bending warriors unarmed in the cross traffic the wheels of changing tires scream for roadside assistance Samaritans dust off all weather ponchos to register the hard rain ice caps melting in the drought of attention antler bones drum on the pipelines and wind chills the populist notion of mutual concern. Same as it ever was the branch falls from the olive and seeks a river doves grit their teeth in the unsettling dust of rebirth and tattoos migrate back to the simple mark of lions and lambs in a border town pushing a broom for minimum wage All the books on the moon write footnotes to fate fingers crossed against monkey shines masking the way forward the same boat the same page will never be the same as the unopened vein of contention everything true is a bird wondering why flags become fascinated with sticks in the mud Find more from Will here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/603996 http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Inside-Prison-Ministers-Training/dp/194173362X/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1451584491&sr=8-2&keywords=A+Prison+Minister%27s+Memoir
Fevers of the Mind 