Flowers on the wreath
of the funeral home door;
beautiful to none

Honesty is
doing a perfect job
on a blind woman's
hairstyle.

To not let people invest in me
That’s what my motto’s been.
To not invest in people,
I’m leaving at summer’s end.

Why then did I invest in you?
What made me think that you were different?
This is the same old song again.
I’m probably just ignorant.

I give my all and everything.
I make the time to prioritize,
And without fail- imbalance
Try watching with my eyes.

I know that you’re busy,
And I know that you’re stressed.
There’s no reason that you shouldn’t be.
The clock’s counting down, time’s pressed.

Our time together is short too,
I simply wish to be relevant in your life.
The petals keep on falling… Love me,
Love me not, they cut like a knife.

Crack.
The past cleaves from the now.
Your surprises and concerns
Lay in the street,
Until dried and fragile
They take flight on the wind.

A hum,
The future like a freight train
Slow but massive,
Inertia like a mountain
Pushes you forward, aside
Or goes right over top.

The moment –
If you can grab it –
Is the now.
Find the handles and pull them close.
Silence and stillness from the gale.
It is a seat beside the heater
On a cold frozen night.

Once upon a time
There lived an old man
Who held the world tight
In the palm of his hand

He took from the poor
He took from the rich
No matter to him
From which hand he fed

His hold was so tight
He couldn't let go
And wouldn't you know
It choked out his soul

All he did was take
From those who held a loose grip
Till the day came
When there was nothing left

In his blinding greed
He'd taken it all
And that was the day
He was left all alone

And alone he did die
In the town center he sits
Years now it has been
Never letting go of his grip