29th and Johnson

I’m sitting in a church pew
As old as the man
For whom it was made to worship.

I have my foot on the base
Of my table to steady the top.
Not because I care
But simply to avoid spilling my coffee.

At the counter someone asked
if it was still snowing outside.

No, it’s not.
Yet, the reply was yes.

It’s the cold
It’s freezing whatever
Moisture is left and turns
It into sharp delicate crystals.

Angel Dust

A dual purpose euphemism
The first, a cute term to take
The harshness out of the cold.

The second, to deny us
The morality to curse the cold
In saying it’s god’s will,
Exercised by the hands of an angel.

The man in the hunter moon

I caught him this morning
As he slipped past the glass ribbon
Just as the lights were coming on.

I caught him tip-toed
Peeking back over the fence
Ruddy faced and embarrassed.

He flashed me a wink
Knowing I won’t catch him again
At least before next October.

You like to wear the uniform, but you could really care less about the team....

You don't have any personality, so you think you need to create an identity.
(protests, fifty bumper stickers, hemp shoes, escalade, black nail polish...you get the idea)

Optimistic Greenery

The world breathes deeply
Inward
Exhales in blooms of green

It saturates hope
Abundance and the world is right

Economy Improves
Wars relax
Even gas and milk is less

The world has come back to life
And proves its strength

In optimistic greenery

May 10, in memory of..

Grandma was always mint gum and Aqua Net,
A purse filled
With the pink packets of Sweet 'N' Low.

I think she still believes
That mom had named me Dear.

In her home I would've been raised
On sugar wafers and cinnamon disks,
The ones in the fancy red wrappers.

Grandma was always mint gum and Aqua Net,

Pink packets of Sweet and Low