Time

Summer has passed
Green lawns passed
Into Oakwood rubble
The space Hubble
Has shown us a
Huddle of what we
Don’t know for
We cannot see,
Fall was here,
Fall is gone
Winter rain has
Now become snow
Spring is near
Waiting to glow
And shine the
Numbers on
Calendar
The gatherers
Will continue
To consume
Each digit of
Time we cannot
Go back
To red blinking
Alarm clocks
Will throw
Themselves
At us, have at
Us, beckon us
To use time
And seasons
For the right
Reasons
Seeing is
Believing
When space
Is the safest
Place to be,
When a wristwatch
Is a deathwatch
Deceasing and
Peeling layers
Of your life
Each November
Things have changed
Hair turned gray,
Grays and sways
Does it for us
To control what
What cannot
Be repeated
The disease
Of wasted time
The crime of
Of squandering
Space’s destiny

 

Alabaster Dumpster

This is a general reflection on what I hope to articulate about the responsibility of having a child

Alabaster Dumpster

I break alabaster
On the cardboard
Floor, she sits behind
The dumpster perked
Up, hyped up, junked
Up on a cry machine
Tears rippling with
Her best vein in
Open terrain, someone
Has run their course
In her life, someone
Has clearly taken
Out the knife, divided
Forts and sorts of
Courage now its
Sour apples in her
Mouth a bitter taste
Of vinegar, some
Man has left her
With a stomach
Full of responsibility
She can’t handle
This hostility and
Would it be to
Set her free just
Next to a dumpster
Seems to be all
My advice and
It wouldn’t suffice
To give her the right
To choose her own
Life and the force
Inside the sound of
What kicks and screams
And needs a mom in
The bloodiest of arms
And the harms that will
Come from a world
Sitting with a dumpster
Ready to catch her
Waste and all the baggage
She’ll claim, this would
Be reality and not a game,
Rent is not free, coffee
Cannot be kept from
She, for up and arms
She will go fighting to
Keep the alabaster from
The dumpster,
Fend off mister man
Who will crumble
With sand that says
He will be a man
For she deserves
What she desires
Lets hope it would
Be a baby not found
In a dumpster

 

Tucked Away

Tucked Away

 

I was tucked away with

The OT logo number

Eight on my chest

For the best days of

My life every Tuesday

Night, the teen extreme

Bible slipped through

My hands, it took me

To those three months

Where night was lunch

And dark was light,

I rocked and paced and

Retraced the steps of

The seven churches

And the lurches of

The tepid water spewed

Out at the altar, He

Will not falter as the

Living water,

Seals broken

Duck taped bible

Seeking revival

And survival

Under caves

And rocks fall

On us the Lamb

Has skipped hammed

Christmas and lights

On display, angels

Dispersed, well

Versed I became

At the Revelation

Of Christ his heist

To save all who

Say yes to His

Theocratic

Eschaton, bring

It on evil one

We will overcome

In the darkest of

Hours, we will

Soar above

High towers,

It began in

The corner

Of the blue

Room, it

Ends with

A darkened

Moon

 

Yellow Balloons

Yellow Balloons

 

One night at a time

I walk the rhyme

That makes the

Money circle grow

Bright

 

You and I released those

Yellow balloons into the

Sky, begging and hoping

It wouldn’t leave our eye

Spoiling these meats

Eating free treats

Careening between

Elderly and restless

Hustles of customers

And consumers

 

Release the balloon

Shoot for the moon

Drive zoom zoom

Past the dreams

Like letting go

Of ropes tied

Around our

Wrist, I insist

That He would

Have His way

And catch what

I’m throwing

At Him,

Even in poverty

He would grow

The circle of

Sincerity and

Shine bright

The humility

It takes to

Release it

All

 

No Other

No Other

 

Ambitious circle

Of smokers entwined

To rewind each other

Back to the places

Where poverty was

Reality now business

Deals and up sales

Will drive their wheels

On car parades and night

Race brigades I act

Charades and try to

Put these kids back

Together, spoiled

By perfect weather

And beach weather

And each other

They consider

No other doors

To hold in front

Of them, the vestibule

Is no rule for them,

They slam shut

Altruism, they

Operate in the

Mechanism that

They own the

World and so

Do I when I

Operate in

The circles of

Everyone who

Loves me, where

Are my enemies?

When shall I love

Them?

 

Thankful Instead

 

Thankful Instead

 

I see the crowds gathered

In the bleachers

Regulars and teachers

Whistle blowers and

Snow blowers plowing

The pile of the vile poison

Inside of man in need of

A medicine cabinet I have

Not paid rent to save a

Penny worthy sinner

This turkey dinner and

Stuffing platter and

Family matter, it is

Our disaster to eat alone

To watch alone in bleachers

We’re all creatures of habit

Kill the rabbit instead

Cook the book instead

Do all you can to get ahead

Just forget the sideline chalk

That’s painted clear in the

Stock market crash of 1929

Let’s remember to get the

Wine and numb the pain

Of sitting next to someone

Not the same as me, seems

Insane to say hello across

The table, it seems like

A fable to be able to

Find one day worthy

Of thanks, I want to

Skip the pranks and

Live thankful each

And every day

 

 

 

In Front Of Me

In Front Of Me

 

If I page LA

I will have to stay

In a land I don’t

Understand at

This coffee stand

Three tables from

Me sits a women

Five foot three with

Short black hair

Dangling over her

Eyeballs, she smiles

 And meanwhile

Traffic travels by

Cold cappuccinos

 And heated lattes

Walk by and she

Stays focused on

The little text messages

From a boyfriend that

Has never seated himself

With her just tears in the

Parking lot she would

Rot and watch him not

Return her calls, how

She falls and falls more

Out of my sight

I can’t see what might

Be victory escape to

LA was once to me

A daily sham, a fake

Slam in the face, a

Huge disgrace but

Ever worse the cup

Of tears she is walking

Around with I know not

What to do about this

Should I interrupt

Suffering in front

Of me or shall

Gravity take hold

Of she and bring

Her to her knees this

Is my pretty please,

He will not appease

Her desires to be

Understood

 

Holiday

 

Holiday

 

For years have passed

And she has gassed her

Way to the terminal and

The thermal status

Up to us, how shall we

Heat a lonely room, how

Shall we groom our hair

When she is not hear to

Not witness the thankfulness

That we want success around

The stuffing and mash potatoes

And the best gravy from mother

Susie, she has flown in and out

Of our lives she has left us with

Out own knives to split the Turkey

Without her, an extended layover

Is just another sleepover where

We reflect the separation of

Us from her, but yet she has

Always put us back together

She has never been late to

Our old recitals and homecoming

Parades and Jared’s hockey games

That first goal she was whole and

Standing in awe she might have

Missed holiday one and two

And many that we’re are

Only getting older but

We’re still young and

Strung out are the

Accomplishments

On the wall that she

Has not forgotten

The girlfriends I

Had introduced to

Dad, a million

Questions and

No answers,

A bright glimmer

From mom would

Tell me that the

Girl holding my

Hand could be in

The fam when the

Jack and Jill bathroom

Was separated by a

Trip to LA I was in

Disarray I did not

Know what to

Say to all of this

And now the holiday

Will remind my that

I have something

Good to say and

To share even

When she hasn’t

Been there, she

Has been

 

Six Inches

Six inches

 

Six inches of snow

Teach, I want to grow

Its falls on rooftops

And hot spots now

Frozen

Over chilled and

Filled to listen to

Best friends tell

Me about family

Games and relational

Gains and decibels

Turn up and ears perk

Up about hook up

Maybe isn’t that

Important rather

The snow falling

Is the presence

Of his dripping

Glory from His

Throne where

Fire turns to

Rain and reign

To snow and a

Certain show,

And a certain

Show to

All my friends

That are not instead

 Of me but the mystery

Chasing the glory

And I learn from

Their story, I

Sip more caffeine

To stay awake to

The American

Sham, I sip

Water to

Keep me on the

Altar thirsting

For six inches

To soak my socks

And remind me of

The rocks that fall

From heaven to

Get our attention

 

 

 

 

 

In Front Of Me

My reflection on seeing kids that were smaller than me that are now ruling the world, taller than I ever
expected.

In Front of Me

Ross has his driver’s license
Caleb is taking the promise
Land, my hand is too small
For those who have grown
Tall in front of me is the
Mystery of age and a blank
Page with a magic marker
They used to doodle on
The noodle was long
Out of the chicken soup
In the group of the smallest
In front of me I hinge on
My toes as He grows and
She grows once little kids
Were Scott and Ryan,
All the small are now
A roaring lion, bigger
Than me and that’s
How shoulders
Broaden and I am
Certain that they
Aren’t forgotten
For the days that
I taught them how
To be a man that
Was just like
Their young hearts
Clueless to how
To live but willing
To give all my
Stability to
Humility