This Stasis is Suicide

a voice in the desert wind
sand on my tongue
a pound of dry scraping off my words
onto barren soil
I lay my heart down
why not, nothing can hurt it now
armored from love and hate
I am ready for death
there is no sound and no passion
only a sigh of wind through sparse brush
history does not exist here in this landscape
time rules here only very subtly
in means immeasurable it passes
by human standards nothing is moving
it is loud, but with no distinct sound
I hear see taste feel and hope for nothing new
A slow procession is the same as a recursive loop
as elapsed time nears zero aspirations are meaningless
as expectation is stilled
the heart beat a metronome for a single note song
the wealthy, famous, sexy, charismatic
they feel lost as love ends for them
famous adulteries of beautiful beings
falling apart in a camera lens
teaching me, soothing my anxiety
I am not alone in this desert
this isolated waste
all humanity ends here
with this whistling wind and dun soil
caking us un-defining us
blurring our definite edges
this smudge of love lost
touches even the angels of the media heavens
and I, lowly I, have no hope of escaping
barefoot and pain stumbling across
this indistinct cracked earth

Homeless in Nashville

The place where they
feed the homeless
is underwater today
For the first time
in three years
these people
will not be fed
the humble troubled
will suffer more
but what is a little more
when one can expect so little
people look at them
as ghosts in rags
but these are people
in love with this life
who will band together
and be warmth and food
for one another
they will be family
they will be friends
for themselves
for no one else
is there with them today
and they will be hungry
and they will be despised
and God will have love for them
and hopefully hope will sustain
and they will not be alone

Someday She Will Go Away

sometimes I forget
my daughter is a girl
she is just a person to me
but sometimes I need to recall
she has some secrets
not meant for me
I need to step back
and let her be she
That is not so easy
because she means so much
but I know some day
another man or woman
will take her away
it will hurt so much
and it will be okay
it has to be that way
it has to be that way
it has to be that way
it has to be that way
She is the emobodiment
of the redeeming
power of love
a worthless man
was lifted up
rssied above
all the other stuff
by a pure an selfless love
for a thing some small
so piteous and young
Somehow it thived
throught dedication and sacrifice
sleepsless nights and marital fights
much pain and bitterness
but she was always a light
but she was always a light
born aloft like a torch of God
illuminating me
and the whole damn city
what a good thing to have
I've been a lucky
there will be some other damn lucky man
other than me
he better be worth it
he better be worth it
it has to be that way
it has to be that way