the pipe organ pulses
through the pews
on a rainy sunday,
hands raised in praise--
the preacher preaches
in his slicked back hair
sure as the devil
he's got somethin' special--
baptized as a baptist
dunking sins away
just like a slam dunk win
at the end--
no oscar for this actress
portraying not adam nor eve
somethin' kinda in between
at the ripe old age of nineteen--
she knew not a single thing
except to live in sin
in a closet full of clothes
waiting to transpose--
the white double doors
outside the wood framed church
with stained glass windows
forever in the shadows
of a new dream
for a new world
where the girl living in transition
finally, embraces religion
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 26, 2013
BeFall
The naked trees watch
the saturating rain
fall from dark skies
before dawn breaks.
Deep moisture rising
into puddles to be splashed
before evaporating
in the afternoon sun.
Nov 23, 2013
Three Strikes
the glass fills higher
while the bottle empties.
she becomes a liar--
the temps fall to the twenties.
my clock ticks louder;
the snores come sooner.
I've never been a doubter
but today, is so much closer
to the day after tomorrow.
while the bottle empties.
she becomes a liar--
the temps fall to the twenties.
my clock ticks louder;
the snores come sooner.
I've never been a doubter
but today, is so much closer
to the day after tomorrow.
Nov 16, 2013
I Love HaikU
Fall Out
the liquor soaked tongue
gushes from her every pore;
winter's reflection
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one tiny tear
a globe of life's reflection;
rain ponds in fallen leaves
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clouds parted the moon's
light caressing the night sky--
mid-night dreams of you
the liquor soaked tongue
gushes from her every pore;
winter's reflection
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one tiny tear
a globe of life's reflection;
rain ponds in fallen leaves
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clouds parted the moon's
light caressing the night sky--
mid-night dreams of you
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Dearest Tomorrow,
Life sure is complicated,
send more chocolate!
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she waits for midnight
to kick off the glass slippers--
fairy tale ending
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chills run up my spine
I can't stop thinking of you--
a horn on my knee
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the red rubber ball
bounces all around my head--
she plays lots of games
(this last one was inspired by Paul Simon's song
Red Rubber Ball; sung by both The Cyrkle and Neil Diamond)
Red Rubber Ball; sung by both The Cyrkle and Neil Diamond)
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