world weird
world weird, full of heat
& hatred quipping at our
heels hog wild &
bucking at the bits
what is peace? i want to
hold it inside me
world weird, full of heat
& hatred quipping at our
heels hog wild &
bucking at the bits
what is peace? i want to
hold it inside me
There is an odd comfort in the universal craft
That is losing more life each day
That is inching toward out claimed graves
As we work to crave out our epitaphs
Life is building more lines of the obituary
It’s learning to befriend the Grim Reaper
Once those last sands of time trickle down
And the existential crisis matures into acceptance
Only then have we truly mastered
The intricate of art of dying
That is curating a legacy for those left behind
That is being continually reborn
In the lives we cultivated and the love we fostered
Our memory intensely illuminating
Shining eternally though the flames
We kindled in others
There is no true death
We are innately reincarnated
Through our immortal connection
With others
Today I went to visit my friend
at the memory care unit.
We ate pizza and she told me
how much she hates it
and how everything would be okay
if she was at her house.
She told me she was going to climb
over the fence and walk all the way
home if she had to. She told me
the same thing last week.
Everyone hates it there.
It’s a beautiful place
with a lake in the front yard.
On the way home I stopped
at Walmart and saw a little boy
standing in a grocery cart.
I’m a big boy, he shouted
and I realized that next week
he would be graduating
from college. And the middle-aged
woman picking out the best bananas
would be in a nursing home
and how many of the other shoppers
would even be alive?
What are you
black, why
We have to report it
and it’s not obvious
It is if you have to ask
I saw a guy standing in the park
he was creepy
You should have called the police
That’s the whitest thing I’ve ever heard
Black people ruined public schools
You are not American
You taught in public schools
without a teaching degree
You ruined public schools
Well you sent your kids to private school
I sent my kids to one of best schools in America
to save them from ignorant people like you.
I don’t like his hair
His hair looks like a child’s
Those are corn rows
and those are braids
When he got it done he
didn’t consider your thoughts
Black people are violent
said the man who approves
of apartheid and genocide
Did you come from money
Why, because I have good taste
Your kids are fresh air fund kids
My bank account would disagree
It’s $4000 dollars short
You got your job because you look white
Actually I slept my way to it
You look white
I’m the same color as your Daddy
It was nice and shiny
Yesterday,
Even, colorful,
Smooth,
But it’s chipping,
Cracking,
Falling off at the sides,
And when one falls off,
I peel the rest,
Bare nails,
Scuffed, naked,
Broken
Drivel and dogma
drown in a dearth
of dilemma.
Dispel depraved deeds
of deception with
daily devotion to truth.
rocks in the tumbler always have me jumping
stage four of the tumble has my heart pumping
has any of them cracked or gotten really small
no matter what they look like I will love them all
from Lake Superior I have some quartz thats lovely and white
I hope to find some rocks that glow under a black light
a rock i found in a kentucky creek that looks like candy corn
I love rocks that are so smooth that the rushing water has worn
when walking around I find rocks that catch my eye
there is even one from Louisiana that looks like a little slice of pumpkin pie
I glue them to old fence boards to make garden art
I am always on the lookout for ones shaped like a heart
there is something so magical holding something so old
then placing it in the tumbler to see what secrets it might hold
