I Learned To Flourish Past the Anger

I Learned To Flourish Past the Anger

by Husam (Sam) Salman

I learned to flourish past the anger with peace and steady calm,
to stare into the stars and see the face of God,
and the same face is the crossing of a butterfly before my path
to ease my dizzy spinning.
When the Swallows nest near Magic Mountain
and the orange poppies spring up from across recently barren hills
I like to dish about fun things in painless ways
about ‘society’ – the over ripening fruit decaying from within, Jerry Springer.
I move back, I move forward. I move back, I move forward …Pido
jumps up and kisses my nose, shakes his whole body
and the pedestrians all gawk and go on about his perfection
at the Kings Head in Santa Monica.
Only the occasional honk on the passing car at the corner
sporadically cut into my already hung over head.
If you’re trying to ring me on my iPhone
it may be on vibrate.