The Rocks are Silent

As David danced before the ark,
So do they, with
Twirling flair and dizzy abandonment.
Arms are raised and some on the floor
Break-dancing hard
Because they can;
Children before the Lord.
His table sings with joy!

Fun

Copper Abraham
Tucked away
With emergency contingency
Waiting for my eyes
To see him
I am the only one who knows where
He sits awakened
To my joy
And idiotic pleasure at the
Secret

Sins of the Father

In the basement, gone for hours
Nose in book and writing hard
Working second
Seldom seeing, seldom seen
By children, wife
At outside functions, meetings, life
Passed him by and so did they
The son now does the same

Young Man Searching

I pissed off a dad today
His son's mouth was in the way
With words and actions touching down
That, when in my face, were not found
To be helpful, prudent, or productive
For the place for him I'd thought of
He has questions, anger, searching
For acceptance, even yearning
For some answers, deftly handled
For a mentor, men who know him

Hindering Operation

Two-by-six sits squarely in my ocular socket
Sticks out quite a ways
Seems to hinder operations
On the eyes of my close friends
Something scary in the sight of non-sight
Comin' at ya nice and close.

Don't misunderstand
I can see the bruises left by others
On the temples of your head
But careful approach and understanding
Still hits and wounds you
Like a two-by six up-side the head.

Fever Streptococci

Before the Sulfa craze, 1937,
How did any child
Make it past eleven?

Streptococcus,
Meningitis,
Everything, it seems, could kill us.

Playing tennis,
Coolidge' son died
Of the menace

Now I have my
Own full case of
Fever streptococci.

With ten days of penicillin,
I'll be feeling fine and chillin'.

Coffee

Second state of matter
Energized with baser states
Brown solid, liquid life

Physical Healing

Spiritual healing, the cop-out.
Physical healing is a need!
The hucksters make a show of it
With hands a flying, people falling.
Why do we, the true, not see it;
Cancer gone, eyes healed, ears opened wide!
Don't tell me about her soul, I want to see her healed!
Thomas got to touch His HEALED wounds. Why not she?

Shows

Thirty-two inch window
Shows her reality
In flickered frames
Too fast for her to see
Her view of life restricted
To channels six, and twelve, and three

Another

May I realize Your great love
Eternal life bought at a price
At Another's expense I live

May I accept it as my own
The cost for me deemed adaquate
I am worthy only through Him

May I demonstrate it to all
Their worth is like my own
I am herald of Another

My Love

You love me hard, you love me right
You love me in spite
Of my acknowledgment of you

Your ways and tender rock hard manner
Thoughtful planner
Put my forgetful ways to shame

It's all too much for a man
Trying, if he can,
To love you as he should

Lord knows, mine 'll never measure up
To your output, but still, I hope,
The little gestures count

Threes

Micheal Jackson
Farrah Fawcett
Ed McMahon, Hmmm...

Seven sons of Sceva

I weep for the boy in Connecticut
Seven sons of Sceva
Have left their mark on him
Did Jesus need to scream and shout
In total disregard
To safety, faith, and love

The boy is in distress
His mind and body had enough and vomits in response
The demons screaming in the ears
Of those still standing
Round the boy
The mob with millstones round their necks

How many times did Jesus say
To demons, "you get out"
He said it once and they obeyed
What lack of faith these "men" display
To shout and shout and shout
Not a mustard-seed in them all

What scares and angers me the most
What truly makes me boil
What keeps me up tonight
Keeps my pen to paper
Is the total lack of love and grousome advertisment
Makes you wonder who we're fighting

Room 39

More than foot pain (Right hip fractured and stitches on the brow)

More than her mind could bare (Night time crazy's in the corner talkin', talkin', talkin')

What lit her eye with fear (Tied tight for what the pills can't do)

Was loneliness and three grown sons who simply didn't care.

Draw!

Man in suspenders
Comb-over graying
Light blue polo shirt
Slight limp in the leg
Lump in the top back

Quick and piercing whit
Fast to blame draw
Wants it done today
Why not yesterday
Indignant scowling

Point and shoot the quick smile

1 'n 3

Start a singin'
Hands a raise'n
Clap'n on the 1 'n 3
Jesus hear ya
Come and get ya
In that sweet, sweet melody

Love Note

Amore, Αγάπη, Liebe, or Love
They all fail to adequately
Convey the way you move
In my soul, in my life, Beauty

Go to Hell

He didn't come to save the pharasies
He didn't come to heal the well
He came to save both you and me
... And let the "good" ones go to Hell

Countdown to Final Flight

four emails
three calls home
two days
one man who misses his wife and kids

Sometimes

Talk to walls
'Cause sometimes
You gotta love 'em
Without them lovin' you

Almond Sweetly

Prolonged cynicism rots well
Turning arsenic almond sweetly
All that brushes words, thought, and writing
With the happy death bomb rotting

Garçon de Quatre Ans

His grin
Is gone, replaced
With open horror
Bleeding in
The hole that was his face

His mother
Bleeds next door
Eyes open wide to the wall
Still seeing medics pick
Her son up off the grass

Her arms
Now forming scars
Were not enough
To wrench life from its jaws
It tore him ear from ear

Tesla and My Wood Stove

Tesla had a good idea
Send particles jumping on the wires
Two steps forward, one step back
From Niagara to my doorstep
Saving me from soot
And the smoking piece of shit wood stove in my basement!

Did you hear?

Tents are out, way out, this year.
The canvas trades need not apply
For cushy jobs at crystal pulpits.

Remebered Breath

Son of dust
Walk the dirt in bare feet
Powdered proof of past sins covering your toes
Your father's father's father in contact with your skin
Reminding you of the immortality and circular resurrection of the body
But not the soul

Son of dust!
Recount the varied histories within your own two feet
The double helixed chains that bind you to the earthen bodies sifting by
Say to Me, "I am the product of my heritage and nothing now can save me."
Say to Me, "I am all mud and dust-to-bones!"
But not your soul!

Son of dust
Remember breath that first gave life to clay and dirt
Your father's father's father's breath still resonates within your lungs
Gives life from life, from life to you, and those whose breath is yet to come
I am the source of breath-of-breath from dust to dust and life to life
And of your soul

Son of dust you have begun, but son of God you'll be.

Anticipation

Sunshine water on the window
Lapping at the dirt and grime.
Indoor typing, submarining,
Wanting to go jumping, wading.

Jacob's Angel

Years spent wrestling Jacob's angel!
"Talk to me, you silent bastard!"

Three o'clock Boy o.d.'s on drugs;
You wake my dreaming, "pray now and witness!"

Years of silence!
"Let me hear you!"

Weeping Doctor at a mirror;
You tell me dreaming, "do as I told you!"

Wrestling still!
"Until you bless me!"

Twelve o'clock man dances with joy;
You whisper waking, "death is coming."

Attained and hurting.
"Please, no more."

A Warning

take a tiger by the tail
pull it hard and hear it wail
round it comes and sees you standing
clears up all misunderstanding

Uneasy Premonition

Task master whips the hide off mine
Reminding me of visions past
Unacted on for fear of death
His... acts joyous and elated
Over the top and confident
His body ended on the ground
First in prayer, then with God.