sunday school lesson…

still steaming
from
a staff meeting
i
visited
aunt bea
when
she heard why
i was upset
she said
you’ve never followed
conventional ways
of
thought
always opting
to
never
fully conform
or
reply
in an expected manner
i recall
when you were young
and
attending sunday school
one christmas
just before the annual
reenactment
of
the nativity
in which
your older sister
had been
cast in the role
of
shepherd
and
you
as
one
of the wise men
the teacher
asked your older sister
how she might
find the new-born
she said
follow the star
and
when
you
were asked
you said
follow
the shepherd

please forward to addressee…

it would appear
that
i’ve
had a change
of
address
imposed upon me
not
surprising
given how
children
treat their parents
these day
and
although
i cannot
convey
to you
my specific address
i can say
that
as i peer out
a small portal
of my
my current housing unit
i see
it ‘s
adorn
with
a bronze angel and child
just above
my head
and
the exterior walls
are
beautifully hand painted
reminds me
of
a crafted cold cast resin
i saw
just the other day
in
the museum
there’s
something
serene
about this place
but
it’s rather
unnerving
not having email
oh
there’s
one other thing
across
the hall
i see something
about
forest lawn

senators take note…

i saw
the brown bag prophet
parking
a 1954
austin healy
bug-eyed sprite
in
the public parking lot
behind
the court-house
as
he
walked around
the corner
i
mentioned
the disparity
between
what he
presents
his financial situation
to be
and
what it
apparently
is
he smiled
and
gave
no direct response
to my
comment
instead
said
if you
want
to
seriously
consider
disparity
recall
that
driving
under the influence of alcohol
will land you
in jail
so
what does
governing
under the influence of
insanity
get you