in an old shoe box…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2011

as i stared
at old photos
the residents
of a discarded wallet
aunt bea
placed her hand
on my shoulder
and said
regret
for the things
in our past
somehow makes
what
we’ve lost
seem
more dear
love remembered
is not
the love
that one finds
when they
return
to where
it all
began

who shall stare last…

a dark sweaty form
staring into the desert sun
from behind an oasis blind
stars and stripes
on his shoulder
symbol of freedom
waiting
fearing
killing
       burst of light
penetrating metal
       third of an ounces 
       less than 2.3 seconds
and
       another symbol of freedom
is stared at
by the desert
in life’s
only
true
freedom

ain’t no reason…

ain’t no reason
looking over your shoulder
there’s nobody
you’ll recognize
time
done changed them
so
child
none of them
is the same
now
 i’m not talking
 ’bout their faces
lord knows
they’s as ugly as ever
no child
i mean
what’s inside
seems hard times
makes even kind folks mean
and bitter
what you see over your shoulder
ain’t there no more
so ain’t no reason
looking over
your shoulder