at heaven’s gate…

at heaven's gate

the old monk
bent
from years
of
life’s trials
reached heaven
entering its gates
he passed a note
to
the gatekeeper
which read
is michael here
of course
was the reply
to which
the gatekeeper added
since
you’ve reached heaven
there’s no need
for
your vow of silence
so
feel free
to speak
and
ask
any of life’s deepest questions
with
a feeble voice
not used
in almost a century
the old monk
inquired
do you think he’ll teach me
that
moonwalk thing

return to sender…

return to sender

i’ve posted
a
letter
to
death
didn’t bother
with
a
return
address
seemed
rather
pointless
since death
is
omnipresent
actually
the whole
letter
was
pointless
for
the same reason
but
it made me
feel good
to
address death
on
such a personal level
you know
like
when we say
we’re all in this together
or
i don’t see colors
those
ultimate
social platitudes
basted
onto
the carcass
of
human bondage
words
offered
when
folks
are
uncomfortable
or
are
uttered
because
the speaker
is
just plain stupid
about
the history
of
mankind
unable
to
see
that
even though
we
can
feed everyone
and
heal
most
there’s
a reluctance
to
do so
since
there’s
no
profit
in
morality
that’s
why
death
hasn’t bothered
to
write
back

problematic proverb…

problematic proverb

getting used
to
the mud
on
my shoes
for
no matter
how
hard
i try
i can’t
seem
to
get it loose
sometimes
it weight
me
down
making it hard
for
me
to move
freely
seems
there’s a stigma
about
folks
with muddy shoes
they’re
not allowed
in
fancy restaurants
for fear
the mud
might rub off
on
alligator shoes
and
fancy texas boots
hell
i’ve even heard
that
folks
with mud on their shoes
can’t
even vote
or
have to wade
through
a swamp
before
getting
a chance
at
the lottery
of
freedom
but
what bothers
me most
is that
i’ve heard
some folks
have died
because
they had mud
on
their shoes
seems to me
that
a lot of people
have
left out
the moral purity
part
of
cleanliness is
next to
godliness

just talk to the hand….

just talk to the hand

please
don’t say
those words
again
about
us
all getting along
because
we can’t
hell
even lovers
can’t
do that
so
why
do we pretend
that
the embedded
rebars
of
ignorance
and
hate
can be chiseled
from
centuries
of
layered
contrived history
each
previous
attempt
has been
paved over
with
more
hatred
and
fabricated
reasons
to
fear
others
that
are
not understood
nor
acknowledged
for
that matter
so
please
do not
bother me
with
can’t we
all
just
get along