an uninvited guest…

new year's blues

a restless night
roused
several times
by
the tapping
of
the bedposts
against
the wall
and
though
young
he understood
these things
so wanting
some sleep
he silently
crept into
their room
and
managed
to scale
the bed
and
squeeze
between
the two of them
falling soundly
to sleep
a bold action
no doubt
with
the potential
of
punishment
but
what’s a puppy
to do

peeing on a myth…

peeing on a myth2

being
the last one
to
leave the service
a service
and
sermon
that seemed
like
the never ending story
to
even
the adults
in
the congregation
the pastor
decided
to finish off
the wine
for as
most folks know
opened wine
just doesn’t
last
until
the next
sunday sermon
so
it seemed
quite
reasonable
not
to let
good wine
go
to
waste
unfortunately
the drive
home
from the country
church
was
quite slow
due to
the bad roads
full
of potholes
and
as you all know
potholes
and
full kidneys
do not
go well together
so
the good pastor
made
the proverbial
pitstop
assuming
the secluded spot
surrounded
by trees
and
such
would provide
appropriate
cover
alas
as he was
feeling
the full blessings
of
redemption
he was
startled
by
a somewhat
angry voice
asking
why
he
was reliving
himself
on the grave
of
a great
texas governor

room with a view…

a room with a view

never
having been
in
the pulpit
sister jones’
first
venture
into
the male
dominated realm
for
a scripture reading
was
somewhat
eye
opening
staring down
at
all those
finely
dressed ladies
in 
the front row
was
quite revealing
why
some deacons
stuttered
when
reading

 

 

hissy fit….

hissy fit

oh my lord
what a barge
of bombastic words
child
i ain’t never heard
anything like it
laying out
the sins
of
others
on the altar
of
shame
before god
and
everybody
not
one
eardrum
was spared
now
it may have been
for their own good
cause
there was
the asking for forgiveness
but
i thought
it was just 
a closing prayer

 

 

go ahead and savor it…

game day

i hear children
though
i can’t see
their faces
and
wouldn’t
know their names
if
i could
but
i can hear
laughter
laughter
full of childish dreams
and
expressions
of
universal hope
but
there will be
no
fulfillment
for
these children
must die
the land
upon which
they stand
is
the contested
promised land
where
one
can find
great happiness
well
not these children
they’re
sort of in the way
of
other’s dreams
but
if you’d like
you could
enjoy their laughter
before
their screams

 

 

so what’s the difference…

so what's the difference

so
here’s
the thing
i’m gonna be
dead
soon
without
any
written
or
signed
guarantee
by
all parties
concerned
about
what
does
or
does not
happen
next
that
to me
is
not
the
promised afterlife
but
what
i’ve been
living
for
years

child’s play…

child's play

winds
of despair
wrap around
dreams
like
dust devils
swirling
around
god’s light
but when
the winds
subside
the light
spreads
through
the sands
of time
reaching
every corner
of fear
and
we
can still
hear
the laughter
of children
at
play
ignoring
the grown-ups’
foolish
games
of war