Living life out
Here on the
Skinny branches is
Reserved for only
Three types of
People those about
To take flight
Those willing to
Fall and those
Whose songs are
The sweetest and
And heard teetering
The rest huddle
In their nests
Close to home
Category: Creativity
DadII (to Steven)
He’s gone now
To wander the
Mysteries of the
Universe and to
Perhaps reappear one
Day to each
Of you a
Songbird in a
Far off tree
Singing a song
Only you will
Hear and remember
Rest well Dad
Until the next
You are here
Men
I think that
There is nothing
Quite as beautiful
As the intimacy
Of two men
The abject masculinity
Like stones rubbing
Together deep in
The earth or
The clang of
Armor on armor
The struggle for
Dominion between angels
For their place
Rightly in heaven
AWhileAMoment (to Liam)
I have learned
In my long
Life that people
Cross my path
Some for a
While and some
For a moment
Neither is better
Just different just
Like the seasons
I enjoy them
Each of them
For the time
That they’re here
Cannonball (to BP)
There I said
It that word
Or words that
Everyone wants to
Hear but never
Wants to be
The first to
Say I just
Fired it a
Big volley across
His bow as
A warning shot
Of what was
To come and
He came about
Quickly as a
Ship can and
Took aim and
I felt the
Impact squarely in
My chest I
Know you do
I do too
