After eight years
of living in
an almost constant
state of I-don’t-wanna
a few things
happened I laid
fire to earth
my world anyway
and those closest
were incinerated and
those farther afield
burned and those
even farther damaged
and forgotten as
I wandered torch
in hand seeking
a different settlement
which to burn
it ended me
at least the
me I thought
to want ended
when death is
not an option
then killing everything
surrounding you is
the only choice
you ever consider
for in their
death shall also
slowly come yours
Category: Family
DonkeyWash
And every week
at this point
I’m taken back
to a time
when I lived
on a farm
and every morning
a donkey ran
up to me
from the hill
honking and honking
making the same
sound as my
washing machine now
a simpler time
WaitWait
Like a dog
whose still waiting
for the boy
on the bus
to arrive home
so I sit
not only waiting
for the words
but also love
with each passing
sound or hello
I begin wagging
but remain watching
now wholly uncertain
if wait wait
no just another
wanting something else
and just another
car oh well
so I sit
waiting for Timmy
Takeoff
At long last
I have pulled
myself together having
started with one
thread and following
it and unraveling
that which I
wore to protect
and now standing
naked I see
for the first
time just who
God did then
long before I
ever knew this
BrushSoapRazor
There are certain
rituals men have
for me one
of my favorites
is the elegant
brush soap razor
it’s the anticipation
I think that
reminds me of
my father’s face
seen in mirror
miles above me
sitting on the
floor at feet
and this tradition
I now carry
but now it’s
you standing in
the doorway wearing
my last night’s
shirt smelling of
me coffee cup
in hand giggling
ohh you guys
trying to be
all grown up
and just as
quickly as a
flytrap snapping shut
I pull you
in covering your
face with soap
saying and now
you are too
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 