A strong rain
pummels this
silent valley;
my bank account
contains $29.87;
I could really use
a new pair
of shoes;
far from here,
in Afghanistan,
brave men
fight and die
for nothing at all.

These are facts
and every fact
contains a poem,
if only we
look hard enough
and have the guts
to write it down.
- mce

A Sparrow crashed against my window
as I was writing this line.
Outside, soft and warm
in my hand it disappears,
leaving behind only metaphor,
which I put down
                                                 Here
for later use.

-
If there were better signs along the Road
-
Fewer people would get Lost.
-
You complain to the Government
-
But hear Nothing in reply.
-
No one ever Said
-
Life was a Democracy.
-
But wouldn't it Be nice
-
To have a little Representation
-
For what Taxes us?
-
I've been in the Ditch too many times
-
To Drive with my eyes shut anymore.
-
All you have to do is Pull over
-
To the Emergency lane a few times,
-
See the Look in the faces of those
-
who have no idea Where to go next
-
To reinterpret the Directions
-
of the Maps you've been given.
-
Just one good Sign might be enough.
-
If you're white knuckle Staring
-
Down an empty Road
-

Some things, like a hole in a tooth cause pain on reflection.
Best to just let it be.
Yet the mind has a tongue of its own.

Filling your day distracts but is no remedy.
The cure for a root canal
Involves lobotomy.

At least until you learn to live,
with what's Not there
anymore.

"And We're Burning All the Bridges."

she listens to the lyrics and thinks of what her mother had told her:

"You are their bridge"

*they must be burning me now

Sparrow
..............thoughts
...............................fli­t
among the rafters of my subconscious

Leaving
.................little
...................­......droppings
on the floor of my brain.