In Lieu of Flowers
In lieu of flowers,plant vegetables,and then you’ll keepyour table full,and you’ll still die,just not as soon,and we’ll plant flowersby your tomb.
I Hate Nostalgia
Have I ever told you about how I hate nostalgia?When I was a kid, everyone just focused on what was happening that day,but right about the time I got to high school, everyone started talking abouthow bad everything was getting,and … Continued
Pictures in a Box
We found your pictures in a box.After all, they were not lost.Your bright red hair, your sweater vest–it seems you saved your smile best.
Slow
Sometimes I’m on a different time:I’ll leave when it’s time to get there,I’ll get ready when it’s time to go.And while in one country that worked just fine,here, it just makes me seem slow.
Some Times
What time do you wake in the morning? Exactly six a.m?Or maybe six fourteen, after hitting the snooze button twice.Or maybe about eleven, since you work until after two.Or maybe after noon. Sometimes that would be nice.But what about sometimes … Continued
A Month From Now
A month from now, who knows what will beas the future passes through the sieve of realityand straight on to the past, where it can only make us wise.All that I know is it will be a surprise.
I Miss the Days
I miss the days that I remember. I’ve missed the days when I forget. Seems the only days I haven’t missed are the days that haven’t happened yet.
Summer Solstice
The longest day of the year.The shortest night.I think of those whose days are filled with fear,their dark with fright,so no matter where the earth does turn,they cannot win.Oh Lord, please give this eartha brand new spin.
Past
A month at twenty-fiveis like a week at seventeenis like a day at six or sevenif you know what I mean.And I guess that when I’m oldereven years will seem as fastas each shrinks in proportionto my quantity of past.