Driving
rolling over humanity
paying more attention to
my directions than
life.
Stopped at the corner,
onto
the Highway of Kings.
You're wearing khakis and a blazer,
brown loafers and a green derby cap.
Rolling your floral print luggage,
the only flowers in the area.
A knock off Louis V.
What is in that suitcase?
Your life?
Do you notice me stare?
I am looking for my right turn lane.
Forgotten tomorrow.

His hands had the strong odor of
advanced hand sanitizer.
To keep the germs away,
while having ***** thoughts.
99.99% effective.

The devil is whispering
through white plaster,
pock-marked walls.
The window's eyes are watching
every movement of the
hardwood floors, sending out
dust.
A front door with four locks,
but one is broken.
A back down with four locks,
but never opened.
The devil can't get out,
the demons can't get in.
Waiting for the chance
for redemption,
riding on the back of a cockroach.
Close the French doors to the bedroom,
shut out the world,
bathed in darkness,
hidden,
secluded,
perfect
for one more day.

write a poem they say
it'll be fun they say
why don't they practice what they preach
and write this poem for me
I hate writing poems with meanings
they never come out
right
or is it left
behind
this can be summed up in a word
disappointing
I hate long poems

I keep blinking,
flashing signs of God and man.
Hallelujah!
Gold crosses piercing into the thick, blue sky.
Follow the lines down to the bell tower,
on top of the rusted green roof.
Amen! I say Amen!

I'm anxious and
keep blinking.
Watching God through thick windows and
the sun is casting shadows.
Engulfing the bright red brick in doubt.

I keep blinking
and this is my only view.

A house for the faithful
closed,
boarded up from the elements
and the homeless.
The day of reckoning is upon it.

My eyes blink faster.
What have I done?
Wishing I could see the sky again.
Choirs of angels replaced by
the pigeons roosting on the falling gutter
of this fallen congregation.

Struggling with the faith
I have forgotten.

If life flashed before your eyes,
I'd better keep blinking.

The Lord's home is smothered by Black Locust.
Is this the new normal?
Doubting faith,
accepting that it's not just a building.
It's all around.

I keep blinking,
snapshots of forgotten faith.
Rain begins to fall on the Holy Site.
And I can't stop blinking.

I can only spin around in my chair
and forget.

In case of an emergency:
we will meet at the safe area,
we will trample those who are too slow,
push those who are weak,
and follow proper protocol.

Where is the safe area?

Use your imagination.

Can we use the elevators?

Only if you want to die.

This has been an informative meeting.
If you have any other questions,
don't ask me.

A bird in the hand used to be worth two in the bush,
however, with today’s current exchange rates
you’ll be lucky to get half.
And if the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
we may never eat again.
But should it fall,
it’ll probably spoil the barrel.
We’ve stretched ourselves thin.
Living off of borrowed time.
The cat had to sell seven of his lives,
just to feed his family.
I’ve heard that the grass is always greener on
the other side
but,
all I can see is a strip mall being developed.
Gone are the days when a fool would part so easily with his money.
That fool lost it all in the stock market and bought a gun.
An empty purse frightens all.
Lucky for us, we pay with credit.
People can say all they want,
words will never hurt us.
However, if they use sticks and stones there may be a problem…
We don’t have good health insurance.
There is a fine line between hope and utter despair.
It is just the beginning.
What comes next
will have a profound impact
on everything in life.
The pieces of this puzzle
will fall into place.
That stars will fall into line.
The dawn will be reached through the darkest hour!
Rome was not built in a day.
Then again…
Rome was sacked…