untold treasures…

untold treasures

when a warring tribe
stole the bone inlaid
village treasure box
bapa dola
instructed his students
to construct a new one
when they asked why
given that the treasures
were all gone
he said
each person in the village
has known for many years
that the box was empty
it held only their faith
in tomorrow’s fortune
with
the size of their
personal treasure
according
to that faith

no.. not lately…

no...not lately...

i was walking by
aunt bea’s
when she
waved me
onto the porch
as i approached
i heard her say
oh now
that’s a shame
glory be
our nephew
just
stopped by
and so
i’ll have to go
with that
she hung up
the phone
she said
your other
aunt
is busy
once again
attempting to share
depression
and
negative life energy
and honey
that ain’t
in my plans
for
any day

natural progression…

natural progression

as i stood
in the park
a child
i did not know
touched me
she asked
why no one
offered
to help
the homeless
i
blinked
cleared my throat
and
answered
then
she asked
why war
was pursued
more than peace
i
blinked
and
cleared my throat
she asked
if god
is there
why did god
not end such pain
i
blinked

one man’s nightmare is another man’s dream…

ghost stories

the brown bag prophet
had a rather
impish smile
as he said
i had this
strange dream
last night
that dude
boehner
was visiting chicago
on vacation
and
was mistaken
for a light-skinned black
so was
immediately pulled
from the baggage claim area
and taken
to homan square
for questioning
about
terrorist activity
like
denying funds
for homeland security
and
kept there
longer than a member
of the nato three
forced
excuse me
encourage
to sign a confession
before
they booked
him at the nearby
11th district station
now
that’s
a funny dream
and
would be so damn
proper
if it ever happened

dreams of von bekesy…

dreams of van bekesy

i’m wondering
what final sounds
i’ll hear
before
my auditory cortex
shuts down
will it be
heavy breathing
you know
that gasping
for one more
last breath
or
the rattling
of surgical trays
as someone tries
to save
what’s already gone
or
will it be
the chirping of birds
just before dawn
maybe final words
from a long-lost friend
if
any of them are
still alive
then again
it could be
a doctor’s page
as staffers seek to save
another person’s life
or
just my wife
as she turns the page
on a novel
she’s about
to shut