not that person anymore…

not that person anymore

wide-eyed optimist
carrying bible
from
one high school class
to
the next
reading the text
in
study hall
even
believing
that freedom
was
obtainable
along
with
unobstructed success
if one
only puts forth
honest hard efforts
but now
i’m
a self-defined survivor
all grown up
with
a greater sense
of
my own history
and
its stages
of
delusion
and
foolish trust
so now
i’m
drained
of
milk and honey
and
filled
with
the liquid steel
of
reality
and
truth
what about you

crazy old woman…

crazy old woman001

stumbles on broken sidewalk
heart pacer kicks in
unable to rise
moment of hope
sees young family
they stare away
walk around her
on the street
good parents
teaching child
not
to speak
to
strangers
bruised
struggles to find
her new iphone
tells husband
morning walk
has gone
awry

 

 

midnight torment…

night embraces you
in cloth of hidden shadows
with sequin street lights
pulsing through the growing fog
sanctuary for nightmares
moments unwanted
making you conscious of death
and unable to sleep

 

and the joke’s on us…

like
a proverbial joke
we can see
the light
at the end
of
the tunnel
but
here’s the punchline
it’s
death’s train
all the stations
along
the
way
life’s stages
were places
we
could not stay
no matter
how much
we enjoyed
them
so
here
we are
living
another platitude
looking death in the face