reunion…

defiantly asked
where have you been all these years
a simple reply
in your space defined for me
by blindly believing lies

 

 

the forgotten…

sitting unheard
in
the shadows
of
life
are
the old dreamers
dreamers
who had
such
wonderful plans
as they
set out
on
life’s journey
only
to end up
barely visible
in
the shadows
of
existence
with
their dreams
scattered
like
litter
around
their useless feet
useless
since
they have no time
left
to travel
the promise
of
death
anchors them
to
retirement home hallways
or
their
artificially
cheerful cells
decorated
with
life fragments
a time
when
they weren’t
in
this purgatory
this
transitional place
that
offers
drive-by-visitors
family members
who’ve
forgotten
that
beinghood
is more than
safety
it’s a warm embrace
and
seeing daily
the faces
of
those you love
but
convenience
becomes
the watch word
and so
souls become
forgotten

courtesy call…

an unexpected call
been years
since we’ve talked
so
initially flattered
and
responded
at
length
to
the youth’s
questions
then
started to hear
a familiar tone
the one
we’ve all heard
you know
that
move
the story along tone
punctuated
with
the repeated phrase
i just called to
i just called to
that mantra
no doubt
used by cornered rats
that’s when
one
recalls
those phone queries
from
parents
about
academics
and
grades
when
heading out
to
a bar
called
the library
so
as not to lie
would simply say
can’t talk right now
have a date
with
the library
with
that memory
in
mind
the young caller’s
abruptly
told
oh my
i’ve got to go
please
call again
soon
knowing damn well
it will be another ten years
before
another
courtesy call

keep them guessing…

as he lie
dying
the phone rang
taking the call
he found
a distant
family member
on
the line
who asked
how he was doing
he said
everything’s going as planned
hung up
and
died with 
a broad smile
on
his face
having
left them
disappointed
about
his
successful
plans

 

 

a tea social at the elks…

listen child
i ain’t gonna lie
to you
that
man
could drive
anyone
to
drink
and
sometimes
he says things
that
could curdle milk
but
you ain’t
gonna find
a finer man
working hard
for
his family
working
two
or
three jobs
just
to assure
nobody goes hungry
or
can’t have enough
of
their
wants
to
convince them
dreams
can come
true
so
if you start
putting him down
you may find
yourself
on
the ground

inheritance…

outside your window
black crows
like
impending death
linger
waiting
for
a motionless corpse
before
approaching
no need
for
them
to rush
and
risk
resistance
from
you
they know
death
will arrive
and
you
will die
and they
will
feast

power struggle…

final words unheard
spent his life ruling others
his last wish unheard

his last wish unheard
for family debated
what he might say last