Uncomplicate the Wreckage

The solid earth is undone 

 And we’re rolling now like the sea 

Smoke is rising into the sky 

Ice and Fire falling in the streets 

 I remember my youth 

When I was so naive 

 Then I could still believe 

 That she might tell the truth 

 Presented with the evidence 

 But who can read the missing words? 

Someone’s hammering on the walls 

 I can hear them knocking down the door 

 Walking yesterday’s circles again 

 I’m not lost but I wander 

 I’m not praying for a miracle 

 I’m just asking for a way out 

 Uncomplicate the wreckage 

 But I still have my doubts 

 Good shepherd come bring me round 

 Help me find a way out

Rapid Fire and Fifty

 

There are gross , sweaty men shouting vulgarities on the corner. You know how poor impulse control leads to swearing and fleeing the scene, fever dreams and a drive toward murder. Stand up strong with upraised fists. Stand up. But I am not so strong. I don’t want to be seen here. 

A life in danger, storming, cursing. What is not being said? Keep the hour open. Keep the light on. What do you want me to say? I don’t know why I am here.  

There are gunshots on the corner, rapid fire and fifty. Fragile small things are exploding around me and I cannot sleep at night. Doors open and doors close on human heartache. An absolute photograph of heavy dark and spinning stars.

Outside

 

in an abandoned farmhouse outside of town 

a bed, a table, a chair next to the window 

outside - the summer sky scattered miles in all directions 

but through the window it is so small

outside is dry heat and heavy breathing 

no clouds, no visible sign of invisible bodies 

outside there are thin, sharp bones in the tall grass at the highway’s edge 

is it fair? is it far? 

take me home to golden afternoons 

I am so small in the fading light 

come nightfall I won’t exist at all