garage sale…

i have several
items
for sale
most
have not
been touched
in seven
or
more years
so
should have been
tossed out
according to authorities
on personal clutter
but
i’ve had them
neatly stored
in containers
some
in boxes
requiring dusting
others
in
old photo graphs
with
minor
moisture damage
there’s
even a few
cassettes
of
music
for young lovers
and
although
i’m unwilling
to throw them away
i’m more
than willing
to share
these
old memories
at
bargain prices

having found a stone in my shoe…

having-found-a-stone-in-my-shoe

i’ve begun
to wonder
if hate
does not
permanently
dye
the soul
the color
of
dried blood
our
words
of forgiveness
to those
who’ve
wronged
us
are
but
pilate washing
his hands
all the while
a thin veil
of flesh
conceals
what lies
within
a darkness
that
spews
from our lips
gaseous words
of venom
when
passing
troubadours
wishing
only
to write
songs
of enlightenment
press
too tightly
upon
the fragile flesh
of
our
beliefs
and
fears
thus revealing
that
inert
element
hidden
in our souls