X.U.ME

Haunted by the signs of death and
Destruction, heralded me in Spring,
Everywhere I started seeing Xs,
Waking and in dream.

Shadows crossed high above my bed,
Malcolm, multiply, on Manson’s head.
Railroad crossings, deleted at will,
X’d out, X-rated, cautions us still.

Upside-down crucifixions,
Canceled culture and history past,
Chromosomes beginning,
Sign your name here to last.

Sweet kisses written and sent,
Jet whites X high in the sky
The darkness in my soul
Crosses my heart and hopes to die.

Exploring emotion through the
Language of X; how X is to U and ME,
Enlightened from crossed swords and
Ancient Sun, unfolding inner mysteries.