loves to be held…

there’s not much love in me todayi don’t know whyuntil I hold my little dog Bodhia funny little fella16 pounds found at the pound15 years agoHe loves to be heldHe loves to be kissedHe must be part humanHe brings the dog part of me that forgivesunconditionally. Genie Nakano, Oct. 2022, Sunday, photo of Bodhi byContinue reading “loves to be held…”

Blood Red

He lies on the floorunable to move or speakI leave him therethat angry manand let his mind expire the ambulance arrivescarries him awayhe cannot movethe right half of himis paralyzed my youth spent away living in a den of darknessthe bedroom was onlya place for bitter dreams beaten by his temperneglected by his needfor wealthIContinue reading “Blood Red”

Waiting…

No…cutting my hairuntilCovid is Controlledthe weight of it… Genie Nakano, Oct. 13, 2020 When the quarantine began in Los Angeles in March 2020 my hair was shoulder length. Today Oct.15, 2020–Thursday, my hair is almost to my waist and I’ve gained a few pounds along with it–“the weight of it”.

“Set me free”

Merging into my present past memories regretful actions only I can remember thoughts of oblivion cloud my heavy head the rain keeps pouring pouring pouring down the witch is drowning and can’t escape she promises for change and grow so many lives have passed dust is forming pyramids mummies stalk unpaved streets u turns deadContinue reading ““Set me free””