you’ve threaded your dreams
through hope’s eye of a needle
with tomorrow’s yarns
but what if they’re moth-eaten
broken by death’s slightest pull
tanka
forged in fire…
ancient olive tree
planted by the hands of god
man has cut you down
to fuel fires of hubris wars
forging hate’s eternal ring
asthma enlightenment…
unable to breathe
lungs refuse to fill with air
death reveals itself
no visions seen of heaven
just desperate aspirations
return policy…
note item must be
in the original box
some wear expected
no purchase slip is required
given god’s tracking system
not a horseman but…
dense dark ocean fog
visible from my window
death’s cold offshore breath
riding on yesterday’s waves
charting a sure course to me
old glories…
a flag battle worn
bloodied soldiers return home
some wrapped in the flag
others wrapped in memories
sights and sounds of hell’s borders
got some splaining to do… #4
first driver’s license
young male proudly on a date
comes home very late
toilet hugged throughout the night
father’s car parked on the lawn
