It is difficult to think
At the end of the day,
When the shapeless
Shadow covers the sun,
And nothing is left
Except the light on
Your skin.
Tag: Poem
Fun
People gather. They
Eat, drink, play and
Laugh. They are
Happy among
Themselves. They
celebrate various
Occassions in love.
Market
If you buy something valuable,
Like integrity, don’t sell it.
We’ll walk through the market,
Squeezing the melons, looking
For truth.
Prayer
I have prayed some
Of my most heart
Felt prayers while
Driving on mountain
Roads looking down
Two or three hundred
Feet off the almost
Non-existent shoulder.
Don’t Worry
The more we worry about
Time, the more we despair
Of having enough: the
Faster it comes at us, the
Faster it rushes away.
When?
Some people are like
Roses that were afraid
To bloom but should
Have bloomed. And it
Is as if the sun became
Disgusted with waiting.
Walk
I walk
Toward the sea, towards the words
Sinking low
Then lower.
Dissatisfied Coyote
He’s howling at the edge
Of the woods, while the
Frigid air bites your
Fingertips.
Trip
Riding a greyhound up to
Chicago, I am insulted by
The billboards that laugh
At me and give me the
Finger.
Wish
It’s my only one true wish as
I know and understand this
Light to be my home,
Knowing up there in the
Galaxy is me. And I am up
There in my bones, built
From stars.
Wordman of Alcatraz 