Restless Again

The hand of a rich man
spoon feeds information.

Columns fill with check
marks under Items Done.

Poems appear as if dropped
from the hallway ceiling.

Ribbons stream across
doorways of energy.

Interest in the difficulties 
of the righteous wanes.

Problematic lines of scripture
demand rising attention.

Crucial mistakes postpone
entertainment services.

The voice of the mother singing 
"You Are My Sunshine" dwindles.

For What?

Proximity to power in unlikely places calls
on Lady Luck to provide Get Out of Jail Free
Cards to those who believe that with enough
faith the healing of the nations can occur
along dusty red dirt roads & people who feel
the power of the heel can empty themselves
of the piss & shit created by ingesting the mess
from above in the hope that the powerlessness
of broken-winged butterflies transforms
the small narratives and pig stories & call upon
God to become bigger & more possible thus
liberating rich fools & poor diggers of soil into
the question: Who is fighting for what?

Nibbles at the Edge

Ordering, I said, "A bit of this 
and a bit of that, please."

She raised her eyebrows.  "You
know, all of this nibbling around
the edges eats at the soul."

I lifted one of my eyebrows.  "I
thought you were an atheist."

"Guffaw," she guffawed.  "Soul
is simply self with a hole."

I called the waiter back, "I'd
like to change my order to a
little bit more of this and a
lot more of that, please."

She smiled.  "I believe you have
perfected the art of ordering
for the sake of our ancestors."

A Sign

Suffering with superiority does not make stories true.
Investing in property when everyone else roams the land
fails to gratify even the deepest pockets of greed.

The brave fail once again to interrogate the trajectory
of their respective narratives which delight in seeking
the smallest story within the story behind the curtain.

Limited possibilities once again delay thoughtful 
seeking after the justice agreed upon by the 
conversation between the fierce and the fearless.

Beggars look for places which don't exist anymore
to stand and hold their cardboard signs for the eyes
of the engaged to fall upon as they drive by.