Liar
Liar
You forced a laugh and told me
You were heartless
As your head fell into your hands,
Hiding a pained smile.
I’m glad you’re a liar.
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The Ten Commandments
Thou shalt have no other gods before me. Thou shalt not worship idols. Thou shalt not take the name of thy lord in vain. Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy. Honor your father and your mother. Thou shalt not murder. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thou shalt not steal. Thou shalt not give false testimony. Thou shalt not covet.
Visitors! Welcome to our humble church.
This is Brother Sam, be nice to him,
he’s only happy if he’s the center of attention.
And this is one of our Elders, Tom. That’s
his new BMW in the parking lot. I swear, he
loves that thing more than his wife! And oh my
God, there’s Sister Tina, hard at work preparing
lunch! I swear that woman never takes a day off.
Oh dear, here comes the pastor’s son - don’t
make eye contact, his father kicked him out
last weekend for telling him to “fudge” off,
pardon my language. I heard they had a fight
over Pastor Phillip backstabbing his brother
over an old grudge, but I could be mistaken.
Look, it’s his wife! She and the associate pastor
have been rather close lately. His suits have also
been getting nicer. Funny, I’d think his salary
would shrink with how the weekly collections
been dropping. Oh well. Oops, time to take
our seats! The youth minister is preparing to
testify before the congregation that he didn’t
pull a Clinton with our little miss Monica.
Feel free to find me after service - I’ll just be
here, coveting a life away from “Christians.”
Forward, The Only Way to Go
Rusty white with a big blue stripe,
the old pickup, a pick-me-up
in the shape of a flatbed truck.
He drives fast with the music blasting,
windows cranked down because the AC never works,
or maybe just to share his music with the world.
His voice pours out the window to the beat of a drum
as the pounding music rocks and swells
and brings the old radio back to life.
It’s an adrenaline rush, that old white truck,
and the driver inside. Four wheels, one heart,
flying on a song down the old dirt road.
With the blood of a cousin, the heart
of a friend, a protector, a brother, a guardian.
Wings hidden beneath thick skin, or rusty white paint.
The heart of freedom, a crazy heart.
A heart with no direction, a truck with no map.
Windows open, open heart.
Love and Hate
I’d never do anything to hurt you
On the phone
at 3 AM. The line goes dead
as I wonder if I took hold of you
The way you took hold of me.
You sank into my mind
And made it your home.
You still captivate me.
My mind is full of you
and all your empty promises.
It’s not fair that you were
Able to grab me so quickly.
You swept me up
Before I had a chance to
See what was happening.
Why do I love you?
Why don’t I hate you?
I wish I could read your mind
Just to know what you think
When I see you walk in
at 3:47, tears in my eyes,
because I know from the
scent of that jasmine perfume
just where you’ve been.
Passing By
His heart took a swan dive,
spelunking into his stomach with
a sickening splash. He could see
the hate in her eyes,
the hurt he’d brought her.
He had to look away.
He sees his stark reflection in the
glass of the door before it
slides silently away, welcoming him
into the forgiving warmth of the store,
warmth he knows he doesn’t deserve.
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T-Minus 21
Twenty-one guns in a sudden burst
he is number six and comes with
a false sense of security and unexpected
endings at no extra cost
run through the flowers to fall off the cliff
Twenty past birth and settling too young
he is number five and he is easy he is
there he is sweet and he is kind
but he is not wanted
there is no hurt when the time runs out
Nineteen and accelerating fast
he is number four and he is nothing she
has known before or ever expected
it’s only perfect to a point
so the crash and burn is all the harder
Eighteen is self-centered and self-loathing
he is number three and he makes her feel
good but he is nothing that she wants
and little that she needs
it breaks her heart to crush his devotion
Seventeen owns naivete in every color
he is number two and he takes the pale pink
of unearned trust and stains it dark red
with sudden abandonment
it is her first lesson in one-sided love
Sixteen sweet doesn’t know any better
he is number one and he is her sun
and she is burned by his brilliance
brightness masking flaws
he is the high that will always be chased
Fifteen to One and more lifetime lived
than the rest combined but somehow less
if they knew what was coming
Perhaps
they wouldn’t have rushed.
Sex and Exes
Bitch, you wanna see me sweat?
You shoulda seen me on top of him.
When you heard the news did you
think you’d won? I hate to break
it to you, but hon, even without my
touch he still thinks I’m good in bed.
And that’s when he’s thinking with
both heads. At least he was the
only one I shed my clothes for. I’m
sorry, I’m sure you needed the ego
boost when you realized he was too
good for you. Sweetheart,
green is not your color.
Autumn
This time of year the rain turns cold.
Amber leaves rustle, threatening to fall.
Before long everything smells of golden brown.
The leaves are most striking right before they die.
They dance in the wind, wild horses with no reins,
As vibrant as a painting from the hands of Van Gogh.
The plunge starts when the will to live minus gravity equals zero.
At last the drop. A gust of wind. Finally, ground.
Once again at rest. Beauty: their last request.
Give it back, the lost color, the lost time.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
God, will the cycle ever end?
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