Not the Messiah. Things I like to think about and look at with original poetry.
Sometimes the Little Things are Enough
Sometimes
I get
a feeling
of excitement
when
I’m about
to head to bed
and I realize
there are
three more
songs
on the record
and one more
glass of red wine
in the bottle.
Cold is a Good Enough Excuse Not to Leave the House
This Midwest
Winter
Has my
Teeth
Scraping
out
their
Feelings.
I’ve Left the Lights Out
I bought
a beautifully sad
album tonight.
It’s a cliche
to say my dog
just died.
The dog
that saved
my parents.
When my
father broke
from war.
And my
mother broke
from loneliness.
Tenement
black boy
pierced
his head
out a window
like the scalpel
of a surgeon
entering view
Looking
for a cure
to the heat
of the brick
Streets within
view and
dreams within
Eyes watch
the evening
rush
Rush of each
preoccupied
eye behind
the glass and steel
of modern progress
heading to
the land of ticky tacky.
The Last Dollar I’ll Ever Make
of morning
has me
on spot
and already
I am done
with any
attempt
at progress.
It only
leads
to wanting
more
and having
lessons;
followed
up with
more confessions
of endless nights
of dropped dresses
Paid for
quarters
dollars
and a sense
of emotional expression.
Inheritance
Collect
your baskets
to hide
collections
of artifacts.
The fact is
art is
colonized
to the container.
The contained
are living
content
in a contradiction
of simplicity.
Limited Features
Power
sweeps
in the current
to a destination
of progress.
Bringing the light
and the waste
to err on the sight
of prime-time
Television.
Now relax
and enjoy
the show
that modern man
has anticipated
in an attempt
to overcome
the tales
of gods.
“At Least Act Like You Like It”
Tonight we’re under covers.
Behind the disguise of star-crossed lovers.
So Cross my heart and feed me lines.
Use the directorial vision in your eyes.
Maybe this acting will start to get better.
Now we stand on a tiny side stage.
The curtain calls are pointing at my extended age.
But I’ve forgotten all my single one lines.
(And the audience is losing all interest
in this story
for the millionth time.)
So Cross my heart and feed me lines
I could use some direction from your side.
