Molding Clay, Gabriel X. Hendrix

I have set out to build my own Rome

To use saliva into my living,

To hum another heart once the old is gone.

Learning the recipe

that started with salt and vinegar, 

with nothing left,

but fire from a candle,

the air from a balloon,

and a piece of Eden.

The challenge

is to create harmony

from inside,

it would sting

without warning

to begin by resting and growing

in the ocean’s womb.

Drinking the clouds

painful sanity

I have used my blood’s

own name;

my words are

freshly hand made.

I gather animals from

imagination.

To then be in this haze

that desperately wants a host,

a body within another

as a doll filled

with cotton,

The organs are placed on the table

and the feelings begin to be nothing

more than a mystery.

The colors of tone decides to hide

from the

outside curtains,

like the array of anger

in the dim of one’s eye.

It is hard to see where one can go,

the mountains are far,

The road begins to duplicate,

reaching out to stumble

to then hear pounding of drums

that awake crows

hidden in trees.

The lights would soon

fall and like the stars

dipped in fire.

Land would finally sprout

from one single seed.

Gabriel. X. Hendrix is a poet & writer, born in Miami FL and currently attending the University of Central Florida. Hendrix will earn his B.A. in English Creative Writing. Hendrix explores the layers of grief and the struggles of identity through his writing.