etty was beautiful, bohemian, urbaneshe loved with her body and her mindbut deep within she found herself boundinside of her a tight-wound ball of twineher childhood a tragicomic madhouseeach night she cried buckets of tearsher lover broke her open and drew the poison outand helped her probe where god might just appear and in ettyContinue reading “etty and the jasmine”
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just trying to make it through
you and me, me and youwe’re just trying to make throughthis is what we dowe’re just trying to make it through other folks around i do construeare with us on this journey tootogether we pursuejust trying to make it through she ran from where the terror grewand is on a hellish journey toonow she’s atContinue reading “just trying to make it through”
a head full of answers
deer scamper byin the early morning lightmakes me wonderwhat they’ve been doing all nighti’ve been tossin’ and turnin’and now i’m on the roadwith a head full of answersbut the questions i don’t know sun’s still underthe horizon way out easti haven’t had my coffeebut my anxiety’s increasedthe map gives directionsit tells me how to goi’veContinue reading “a head full of answers”
sinkhole
must be the low pressure heavilypushing me steadily downthis soggy ground so readilyforms a sinkhole in the groundheavily, steadily, readily i go downinto this sinkhole in the ground must be the president so asininemakes me resign so easilyhis loyal lackeys they just fall in lineand revel in the crueltyhe’s asinine, i resign, they fall inContinue reading “sinkhole”
lincoln’s call
with malice toward noneand charity toward allabe, your words keep ringing outonly then to fallby those who’d rather make warthan let union surviveforcing others to accept warat the cost of many livesat the cost of many lives people reading the same Biblepraying to the selfsame Godasking for justicewhile neither thinks it oddthat both prayers can’tContinue reading “lincoln’s call”
feral spring
it’s been a feral springwind and rain and everythingstraight-line winds blow throughtoppling trees, exposing rootsthe saturated groundwon’t bear the weightof anything profound in the darkening cloudsand the angry clamor of the crowdwhen i see the worried faceof my neighbor from a different placei don’t know what to sayto stop the stormfrom blowing through her wayContinue reading “feral spring”
you’ll never know
the ever-changing seasonshave always been my teachersthe crack of balls off wooden batssoaring to the bleachersthe soundtrack of my lifeon records and the radiooh, you’ll never knowoh, you’ll never knowyou’ll never know the music in my soul fresh tomatoes, sweet, sweet cornthe essence of my pleasurethe cool and damp and smell of nightwhen stars goContinue reading “you’ll never know”
a genuine friend
in a dream you came to see mewith your dog the other daymy boy was watching tvsome game he likes to playwe made and shared a sandwichand some conversation tooand it made me feel so happyto know i have a genuine friend in you we used to work togethergo out for lunch when we couldourContinue reading “a genuine friend”
when the beanfields turn yellow
in septemberwhen the beanfields turn brilliant yellowdazzling the eyes under bright blue skiesand cooler air revives it’s all a ruse look. all around, soldiers of amber, burnt orange, and rusty redstation themselvesreadying for death’s annual march southward to the sea beware atlantasherman is on the movethe fields will soon be leveledand life turned fallowgone withContinue reading “when the beanfields turn yellow”
poem at 67
keep the line moving, they sayin baseball(i’d say, in life)a single here, a double therea walk, fielder’s choice, an errorjust put the ball in playmake even your outs productivemove your teammates from base to baseand when you find yourself on firsttry to make it to secondget into scoring positionthen get ready to round thirdeyes onContinue reading “poem at 67”
cat at arm's length 