Time to rejoice
Jesus reign
How I love
To have the eggs blessed
Eucharist
Amen
Savior
Today
Eternal
Resurrection

They the people
Who are close to you
Tell you education is
key to best life
Possible yet
Knowing the right people
could get you that same spot
Without experience
So up to me not you

Another day invaded my space in the form of
warm sun rays burning through
my resin stained curtains.

Outside the city awakes town
by concrete laden town until the
whole of the city all hums as one.

Along the edge of the world the Pacific
sits as calm and still as that thick brown
layer of pollution above our heads.

The smell of baked bread makes its way up
the graffiti dressed alley ways and past the
cheap pill box apartment buildings.

The boiling pots of crab send a unseen
signal all throughout this Port side Gem of a town.

The air is once again filled with
diesel and unleaded gas fumes
as the mass grows larger high above our heads.

Someone forgot to separate the
waters from the waters.
Again rain falls as hail somewhere
in the opened sea.

Men and their machines chew up the
highways in both directions.

Some cursing into the wind and others
singing along with some God awful country song.

Cities aren't made to last forever
even Rome had to die in order to be.

I could turn my back on them all and
not miss a beat.

It's the city itself
The city full of Lost Angels, Has Beens, ******
and Godless Gangsters
that won't let me go.

Easy flow the waters
of the river passing by,

though we straighten them with walls
and narrow them in time,

and lace them up with bridges
to bind them where they lay,

still the waters, like a lifetime,
slip their bonds and pass away..

I miss the confusion
of who had
cigarette breath
when we kissed,
or who’s pack was who’s,
but what I miss the most
is the thought of
killing myself with
the one I love.
                                 MJB

Shoulds
Have horns
And ram reindeer with
Thistle bush antlers

I grow
From the seeds of others
Leaf green
As lilac winter tells me.

And the advice of others
Protects
Culpability from
The mouth of a sweet whisper.

Shoulds
Grow fangs
And live in dark forests
I know this to be their opinion.

I live
Longer longings
I rise
With every new day

And they, are still there
Dressed in soft leather,
Stirring teas and
Ready to tell me paths ahead

Predicting the worst weather
Without knowing the storm
They condone.
Advice.

no longer will your eyes remind me of a well
     i fell into
no longer will my hands trace the ghost of yours
     against my body late at night
no longer will i wait for you
    because you left me long ago