born again (glass is half full) 10.23.05

a pile of garbage festers; smells too unholy for fall vespers
“veritable battleground”…cynical voices are mighty in the evening hours
but these are not pages ending an epic; there are no giants to walk with here
I am a bastion of foolish optimism—“there is so much opportunity…”
fathers’ voices are ringing in many tired ears and earning little traction
slipping into oblivion; tired words like drops in a sea of human frailty

a city burns and there is finally a sky rewarding of eyes; of urns
clouds have retreated from the stenches; stars are better host to fire and smoke
“climb into our dark recesses” empty windows screaming along distant streets convolutions of two by four and plaster outlasting minds cloaked in fear
homes can be nothing…a view and a paint choice if myopia is your currency
the purifying air is bathing me; cleansing another matter

a fall wind gives trees voice and god is in a night laden with choice
leaves sing sweeter than strings of the strat sounded for us
we are ends justifying means or simply ends?
pieces of all collected into hurried moments; poured into a second of earth age
I will be a donor to this continuum; my contribution a flow of matter and feeling
“see a life worth living” is the mantra of my hope

a police siren wails ; the moon from her maroon throne hails
hurrying towards hurried ends; the street lights are now upsetting
people scared of people scared of people scared of people
give me a hammer made of immortality to leave marks of memory
give me breaths born of earth age; home is a prayer and to be loved

a city is born again upon a new stage…believing in memory,
wearing timelessness; while armor rusts in flood waters tinged by fear mongrels
sons and daughters of this crescent city quietly rise; whispers mount into a roar
the silence is deafening

finis


and here's a funny picture: