Of memory and will

Memory creates the cracks in the foundation

But you recognize them as a given

Before you ever choose to pour the water in 

Pour the water in yourself and

Wait for it to freeze

Knowing full well

You don't live in Mexico

But apparently not knowing

That people can move and

Cracks can be filled

Blast It

Lightsabers might be

An elegant weapon for a more civilized age

But I'm not sure six

Is ever a civilized age

And it is highly unlikely that anything wielded by a six year old can be 

Elegant

Charming ... perhaps

Entertaining ... absolutely

But I'm not buying elegant

Of course

I did buy a lightsaber

For a six year old

With Visions of battles in a dark basement in my mind

As I typed in my credit card information and

Verified my shipping address

While wearing sweatpants and a hoodie

So 

Maybe I should have bought a blaster

New Year

One day ends

And

Another begins

And

Ends

And 

Begins

And ...

Pop Song Wisdom

Baby you could swing by my room around ten

Cinderellas gone to New York City and 

I didn't know where to turn to

This is my homewtown and

I'm just sitting out here watching airoplanes take off and fly

Waste it if you want

It's the bond that we tie up and over and under and

I only want to be with you

how far this all goes

how far this goes

today

every day

is hard to see

hear

smell

touch

besides

tomorrow I'll be gone

I suppose I could come to jesus in prayer and he would take it all away and

bring the good news 

which is

It will all get taken away 

with or without Jesus

no matter 

how far it goes

the smell of freedom these days

when chestnuts are roasting on an open fire

how open does the fire

have to be

to be able to

breath life

into

the moment

and 

how open and 

free 

do i have to be

in ordet to breathe

the smell of chestnuts and 

celebration

into 

my lungs and

my life

the white emerges

sprinkles of the white
laced across oceans of green
garland foreshadow

Paper Context

When you need a tissue
Tears
Snot or
Something else
I don't suppose it matters
To the
Tissue

Presentation Matters

It's not the

Quantity or

Quality

Of your words that matter

It's just 

How

They are

Arranged

A Long Winter

Empty lives are not always like empty trees

Buds hidden under a dusting of snow

Even if they seem that way

Even if the snow does conceal leaves

Strewn about in every direction

Trees seldom stand alone and

Once a leaf falls

Who can say where it fell from

Who wants to admit that they know the difference

Between and empty tree and

The alternative

line of sight

when the pretty leaves

go, the view improves ... wonder

what your'e looking at

life seems long

the leaves fall off the
trees and grow back every
year, until they don't

Where to start?

America is a big house

A big dusty house 

Garbage overflowing in all the cans

The sink full of dishes

Spider webs in the corners

Streaks on the wonderful s

Clothing lying about

And you 

And me

Standing in the middle

Wondering where we should start

Pretending the roof isn't leaking and the foundation isn't cracked

all are welcomed me ... but Ebola scares me

it is cold out so

drink of his blood and pass the

cup but not to him

there's stupid and then there's ...

a broken sandal

a sore ankle makes less sense

in two feet of snow

what is in a month

roofs littered with leaves

on February thirty

first is scarier

thanks to us they'll last a million years

it's just a bit too

cold to roll down windows so

bugs are safe inside

still fall day

the orange leaves betray

a slight movement in the wind

the clouds hunker down

life is short

life  is nothing but

autumnal haiku, false hope

... fancy packaging

anything is possible

you'll never sleep well

If you think leaves might just

jump bAckup on trees