mankind…

mankind

marble in a bowl
rolling around seeking change
returns to start point


spes…

spes

come
open
the gates
of hope
let
those blinded
by despair
see
the light
of
what could be
so seeds
of dreams
might
grow


sorry the line’s busy…

sorry the lines busy

when
peace is
more than
a word
when
compassion is
not sold
when
church and
profit
part ways
when
our country’s
poor
matter
when
the old
don’t die
hungry
when
children
don’t die
alone
then
speak to me
of
freedom


erosion of eden…

erosion of eden

scarred land
stood before
the child
like the face
of an old man
torn apart
by sadness
and
with sadness
the child asked
the soothsayer
how could
this
happen
bapa dola
said
these changes
came slowly
not like a flood
sudden
for all to see
but
year after year
just
as dreams
ignored
erode the soul
so too
the land changes
when blindly
ignored
by man
especially
when
the only word
recalled
by man
is
domination


 

and i believe in claude…

and i believe in claude

cousin harriet
told me that
deacon smith
was carved
on that bench
at the front
of the church
shortly after
the great flood
part of noah’s ark
she assured me
since
i couldn’t remember
him
not
ever being there
the whole thing
sounded plausible
to me
when i was young
now days
he likes going
door-to-door
with our pastor
seeking new donors
for church projects
and
like many
wanna-be-saints
is quite judgmental
of other’s lives
one day
while visiting
aunt bea
he claimed
to know god’s will
that he had
frequent
conversations
with god
aunt bea
asked
to see
his phone records


greener pastures…

greener pastures2

taking a break
from
my employee-of-the-month
contestant game chamber
i headed outside
sitting in the park
i couldn’t help
but overhear
a street pastor
talking to
the brown bag prophet
about
the wages
of sin
how
as
an aging
homeless man
he
needed
to be
concerned
about
the approaching judgement
and
the finality and darkness
of death’s end
the brown bag prophet
smiled
and said
i’d rather think of it as
reaching escape velocity


having found his name on a grave…

having found his name on a grave

there was a sudden
realization
a cold sweat
feet numb
flooded ice water
seeping into his black
patent leather shoes
seeing his breath
assured him
of the obvious mistake
clipboard in hand
glancing down
the order form
requested type
bronze memorial
size
specified by cemetery
design
clip-art angels
inscription
he never saw it coming
name
line left
blank


for your benefit…

for your benefit

hoping
to acquire
some
desired property
a rather young
and
eager
real estate agent
stopped
to talk
to aunt bea
about
the advantages
of
retirement home living
and how
he
could help her
reach
financial independence
in her
senior years
i decided
to sit in
and
watch
the fireworks
halfway
through his spiel
aunt bea
said
child
have you lost
your mind
there is no way
in hell
i’m gonna
leave this house
to live in some
retirement community
where my fingernail polish
is older than
most of the staff
and
as you would
soon learn
as the party
responsible for
my
placement
the first time
someone
anyone
talked to me like
a child
all hell
would hafta
be paid
so
save
yourself
some grief
takes those
papers
back to their
source
the
forest


practical joke…

practical joke

coin glued to the floor
visible for all to see
and grasp for… freedom


dawning…

dawning

love should be simple
a back scratch around midnight
kiss sweetened coffee