Authenticity

I strive to have people chase me,
I place a bounty on my head so high
How could people not try
To off me.

That’s how I avoid
being labeled paranoid.

When I am not.

I am not ignored
until I am not,
then I am
Ignored but remembered.

Same Space

Same chair, same space,
Contemplating grace
In the same chair.  Same space.
Same empty echo-ey place.
Inside, it’s the same race
To discover the same space.

The Patience of Drinking Water

Between the numbers 32 and 33,
There exists a perfect drink for me.
Mechanized ice shifts and cracks away,
Refreezing formations that won’t stay
At least not while I tap my glass
Waiting for its stick to pass
As I drink each droplet that goes
Down the cup before my nose
Is attacked by the ice age contained
In the glass I’ve drained.

Patience will quench my thirst
When a new burst
Of ice trickling calls
And a new formation falls,
But for now I’ll wait with my glass in a ring of ice sweat,
Making a circle in concrete wet.

Procrastination

These words were once from yesterday
Imagining tomorrow’s way
Of saying things I hoped to say,
But put them off until today.

Deflated Balloons

Half-filled Plastic cups…
The last one is up and drained
Long after the last guest,
Long afterwords, we rest
With our children, sugar-buzzed out and asleep.

With more to pick up and keep
our mind’s from wrestling,
but bodies rest
besting our minds
before tomorrow’s grind.

Sometimes in Letters.

If only a few words come to you,
Maybe the rest were never meant to.
The words that don’t come can do
More work than those in view.

To Hail with it

Ice pellets fell from the sky,
Which made me wonder why
On earth did God make hail.
Why did He set sail
To pinging pellets of Ice in the air
Making me stare out the window
Wondering why He had to go
And make hail.