just because my bed is earth
doesn’t mean that i don’t care
just because my walls lack surface
doesn’t mean i’m feckless
just because i give support
doesn’t mean it’ll be reciprocated
just because
a day in court
stoic forehead tense
deep in thought
is he young
hunted for profit
of ego not
money or safety
we talk of
Daniel in den
lions retreat bites
the Lord spoke
now a smile
of some hope
cycle haiku
dying leaf shivers
catching twilight’s frosty breath
dawn ushers promise
wombs of my mountains
wind you know where i am alive and unforgotten time and i walk through the valleys and canyons made by trinity God Spirit and the son of woman wind you know how my throat wails in melody somber prayer joyous praise to you the wind that batters me uprooting my seedlings pulling sacrifices from the wombs of my mountains wind after birth soother cleansing sin away your breeze sister gentle cool draped in the blue of sky anoints the lips of the child with psalms and holy noise if only she could remember to return home
our picket signs for St. Peter
infinite is the same color gray
stones upturned not a smile they bring
the bulbs of spring red will be
blessed are her feet
they carry a soul to heaven’s gates
wings await to offer flight
descend your faith into our light
on the corners where the orphans fade
a glance will do from eyes of gold
our picket signs with prophecies
adorned
will see the blooming of a brave new world
HAPPY NEW YEAR BELOVED ONES
grace
she who with her face brings all
with her heart will heal our Mother
and nurture Her soul
letting go
air enmeshed on my face
gases greases spices biohazard turbulence
steps i do take deftly
for fear of stepping on someone’s pride or fingers
heart where do you find me
not close by tonight i’m sorry
lungs pained by the dull recycled wind
legs tired from walking on my knees
hands exhausted from typing and knocking on borrowed doors
that were sealed shut years ago
Langers you’ve outdone yourself
pastrami parfum greets me in the mouth
but pauper pockets must decline
not enough to eat on any night
moon follows explaining what went wrong
i’ve stopped listening 20 years back
the coat that was my father’s
has fell apart in the warm places
it served me well as now i’m frozen
in all the right places
only the ghosts living in the bricks
get through to where my thoughts
reveal
the truth about letting go
rain haiku
wet
leaves
kiss
landing
crows
the
weight
of
sky
tears
plucking
them
off
the
trees
a boulder growing
later in the day
the thoughts of futures fade
the street does that
sucks out hope regurgitating reality
the toil of memories unpleasant
pain survived over again
a boulder growing
demanding to be rolled up forever
words less spoken 