oh how things have changed…

oh how things have changed

the brown bag prophet
with a tone
of voice
reminiscent of
a baptist preacher
at sunday revival meet’n
said
lord
how things
have changed
used to be
the police
would show up
after
the hanging
now
they’re
the first ones
there
and
if there
was a shooting
in our neighborhood
there’d be
at least
two shooters
now days
it’s just
one
the police

unprotected…

unprotected

surprised
to find
such
a treasure
out
where
anyone
could take it
those
who chose
to see
it
thought
how foolish
of the gods
to leave
such
unsurpassed beauty
in plain sight
to be absconded
by
any
common thief
the smile
of
a child

i didn’t know that…

i didn't know that

aunt bea
and
i
were
sitting
watching
the night sky
i said
look
there’s
a shooting star
aunt bea
said
that’s no shooting star
it’s
a skid mark
from an angel
roller blading
across heaven
making a fast stop
to drop-off
a blessing

shell game…

shell game

most days
i just make
a brief appearance
then i’m
covered up
shifted
left
or
right
before
someone reaches
to find me
they rarely do
the odds
are against them
with this
slight-of-hand game
in fact
few
ever find
the truth