I never thought 
of the Calvary 
having long ago 
lost my horn
so how to 
loudly herald charge
hunker in this 
my very bunker 
I await enemies 
counting minutes then 
hours finally days 
slowly understanding that 
neither friend nor
foe will come 
and that I
am either one 

Attention is the food
of the vain upon 
which they gorge themselves 
rather be invisible to 
most men for there 
in your most absent 
will you find just 
enough to feed yourself 

When souls are
connected prior 
to being born 
they never disappear
from one another 
they’re simply not 
there to see
feel the line 
that connects the 
two for sight 
belongs to the 
earth and not 
to the heavens 

If there’s anything 
that is consistent 
then it’s change
even if one 
does nothing at
all than stay 
the same change
will step in
like a suitor
asking to dance 
change does this 
and suddenly there
you are staring 
into the eyes 
of something new 

My mind dirt
and coffee a
backhoe it takes
what sleepy sanity 
piled last night 
in the corner 
of my mind 
leveling it out 
so at least 
my first kiss 
will land with 
some intentional accuracy