And a young
friend has a
dream of owning
his own farm
a few acres
some sheep and
a bunch of
chickens rows and
rows of vegetables
and the guarantee
of peace and
this I think
after all of
that is what
I imagine Heaven
to be like
at least here
before I hopefully
will get there
Category: Creativity
Campaign
From far behind
I hear the
drummers begin cadence
and like a
tsunami feet rise
and fall and
splash against ground
sound sweeping slowly
and I remember
then before now
what trickery transpired
finding me here
promises perhaps loyalty
likely penalty probably
but as drummers
do they incite
beginning to move
starting our march
never knowing why
so is the
campaign of life
versus ticking time
Grape
If I were
say a grape
I would know
most likely that
there’s a fine
line between wine
and rancid vinegar
and that line
has little to
do with me
and everything to
do with someone
else it’s never
the bottle or
even the label
or even whatever
is found inside
but only ever
about how someone
else tastes me
such is the
aimless life of
a grape and
anyone silly enough
to date nowadays
RePurposed
Pulling myself together
side to side
trying to meet
end to end
I finally admit
that I am
a winter coat
bought thirty pounds
ago and while
still stylish will
simply never fit
this my love
is now us
we once did
fit that is
we’re both now
to each other
something that just
barely ever will
unless one or
both of us
gets given away
to someone else
Romantic
Ssh I whisper
it’s that time
I’ll be right
back I promise
your hands reaching
but I’ve already
left the bed
can’t they wait
just this once
after slipping into
my cold clothes
I lean down
while kissing you
I say lips
to soft lips
no they can’t
and as coffee
brews cup washed
my friends begin
their dance and
their song these
things called words
