when numbness is the norm…

when numbness is the norm

no knee jerk
reaction
from the dead
just
a calm silence
an
awareness
of
reality
not
seen
by the living
who
play
spin-the-bottle
with
fate
as if
a kiss
from death
is
as sweet
as
the one
from
their first lover

one time lovers and friends…

one time lovers and friends

sand
beneath feet
gives warm comfort
as the day begins
but
by noon
it burns
like the words
of old lovers
and
lying friend
who placed
our shared dreams
in castles of sand

super lotto…

super lotto

with hesitating steps
i entered
aunt bea’s home
after weeks
of speculation
and
unwarranted certainty
i had to admit
to her
that i had failed
in my endeavor
but
she smiled
and
said
a dream
isn’t
a lottery ticket
to be drawn
on some
certain date
to declare
the winner
a dream
is a promise
that one makes
to self
to be sought
and
kept

those who carry stones…

those who carry stones

each day
bapa dola’s student
watched an old man
carrying stones
along the road
and
carefully placing them
in ordered rows
on each side of the path
the student asked
since the stones
serve no true purpose
why does the old man
continue to do this
bapa dola said
in order to maintain
society
and
human sanity
purpose
must be ascribed
to life
above and beyond
those things necessary
for basic survival