This is an Example
There are jokes I like to share
Strange but funny, still, to me
I type them on my keyboard
Post
Then snicker tee-hee-hee
There are jokes I like to share
Strange but funny, still, to me
I type them on my keyboard
Post
Then snicker tee-hee-hee
Creator,
from desire to win all
deliver me
Creator,
from desire to take
deliver me
Creator,
from desire to create
deliver me
Creator
from desire of remembrance
deliver me
Creator,
from the fear of death
deliver me
Creator,
from the fear of pain
deliver me
Creator,
from the fear of abandonment
deliver me
Once,
my one love
I could not have known the dream
where we are equal in Your eyes
our true home
and there is no obligation
to remain where I’ve been
our shelter
no, not even a mere
one or five or ten minutes ago
in this time
When Sunny Gets Blue comes on
at midnight, just as you are headed for bed.
I see your eyes grey and cloudy, your intent
to turn in, so I don’t even request a real dance,
but sit your 5 foot 11 on the side of the bed, my arms
around your shoulders, and sway with the tune,
my lips on your neck. I like this. I am taller
than you and I’m running the show.
Running from myself is like driving a hollow at dusk
down Browns Fork—trees leaning so close
they form a tunnel. I think I’m escaping,
but the land is just a ribcage closing around me.
It’s a Whippoorwill road past Thelma,
a switchback where blame stacks so tall
it throws my shadow off the edge.
I drive toward a gentility I don’t possess,
passing coal trucks piled high with the things I won’t say.
My identity is a blind curve—
too narrow for two versions of me
to pass without one going over the edge.
I’m not running toward anywhere—
only stirring up silt in the gravel
until the rearview disappears.
Underneath the roles I play,
parts of me stay scarred by coal dust,
hidden from every mirror.
