goodbye my friend…

the words
another good man
done
gone on
sticks in my mind
for
another friend
has taken up
the task
to present my case
before god
as to
why
i should
enter
those
uncharred gates
gates
in
an undisclosed
location
that
we’ve been
assured
entry
with
the right password
or
legal representation
since
my friends
know
i can’t recall
any
of my passwords
and
must maintain
a notebook
just to logon
to my own computer
they’ve been
forced
to
undertake
the project
of defending
my
failures
as
not
blatant
disregard
for
angelic membership requirements
but
as
mere
extended
senior moments
throughout
my
lifetime
i suppose
the complications
of such
a defense
is why
so many
have
left me

greener pastures…

greener pastures2

taking a break
from
my employee-of-the-month
contestant game chamber
i headed outside
sitting in the park
i couldn’t help
but overhear
a street pastor
talking to
the brown bag prophet
about
the wages
of sin
how
as
an aging
homeless man
he
needed
to be
concerned
about
the approaching judgement
and
the finality and darkness
of death’s end
the brown bag prophet
smiled
and said
i’d rather think of it as
reaching escape velocity

the sphere…

the sphere

he was
uncertain
how he entered
the sphere
naked
in a fetal position
he only knew
he could feel
the warmth
of hands
and
the pulsing
of blood
through veins
as the sphere
was passed
from one hand
to the next
he could not tell
if the hands
were old
or young
nor
what color
they were
not even
social class
could be determined
no judgements
to be made
just the warmth
and
pulsing of life
perhaps
he thought
this
was heaven