Christ is bold growing
amber corn glowing,
fields of silk, knowing
that crushed sugar sun
will keep us at last
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When fear comes it spreads like fire in the dry season
That brief sick hope of escape
is willing grass and the comeliest of tinder.
Where is the rock, the lake?
He’s wide-eyed in a glade
in a smoky wood.
He tries to piss it away, the dirty dream.
And succeeds. The dream isn’t the problem.
Where is your faith, man?
He thinks of all he’s afraid of,
of all the present and future threats.
He checks the clock. And prays. And twists
and turns.
A man’s a man, though a little slow
till he’s swift as smoke in Idaho.
Metanoia
Where are you? Where are you?
Where are you? Where are you?
Alert buzzards of yesteryear
Alert buzzards of yesteryear
have come to claim what they left,
but again I stand
to shoo them away.
The water’s on for a pot of tea.
Scarecrow drinks while birdies get gone.
Wrongly roams the mind
Like Satan in Job in need of a job,
testing the rest (at God’s request?),
every last link to see what gives
The track died
In a field of cement
but the train,
who loved where it lied,
was heaven-sent
to see as he went
his wheels of steel turned to rubber
Of ugly buildings and despairing souls within
Yes, you
with jelly dried
on your table.
See the jelly.
See the grape
the vine
the shine and the wine
it would’ve become
if not sent to you
to grace your toast
and table.
O Lord, take this wine.
O Lord, am I able?
Ain’t no empty tombs
Just tipped chairs
bottles and brooms.
It’s closing time
in Gnashville.
Tears turn the wheel
Grinding these hopes
but I’ll make bread from this
listless dust born of nopes.
Just give me, O Lord,
that ingredient least
that lifts me to live,
Your beneficent yeast.
I’ve yet to let
Go what’s gone.
In me the dead
will seed the dawn.
The flower of
this earthly wire
will climb to God
and then expire.
Utrecht Journal 