i, who MADE
THE MOUNTAIN
bleeding into lakes
God, a prairie makes
fertile flush
rivers gush
and soon a mountain rises
bleeding into lakes

i, who MADE
THE MOUNTAIN
bleeding into lakes
God, a prairie makes
fertile flush
rivers gush
and soon a mountain rises
bleeding into lakes
THE CURTAIN
illusion, please comfort me,
satisfy everything,
i can live peacefully
if you curtain the window
that i had flung carelessly
on the day i was sure
that i had seen everything
plainly in front of me
heaven and hell were divided
unevenly
but there i saw certainty
standing across the street
crossing was heresy
‘if only’, i told myself,
‘i hadn’t seen anything.
the curtain i’d drawn
were a wall to stay stuck between’
sure, i’d lose purpose
and with it gain apathy
but apposed to uncertainty
purposeless living is
sort of like being free
where heaven and hell
are divided by you and me
1/3
flick another cigarette out of your window
like an ornament
the city, a prince,
detests and pretends and sighs
/this is what i am now isn’t it/
2/3
god, this is what i am now isn’t it
a boulevardier,
just another star in the sky,
i, this great city,
am a cactus planted in the median of an interstate
3/3
LA, a miracle
an oasis
a paradise lost
and rediscovered
LA, i need you
unreasonably
and now i feel lost
and undiscovered
CHRIST / Christmas Songs
b r o t h e r
in your new shoes
you
practice singing songs
at the piano bench
she was with you
too
in her new shoes
and she sang along
Father, my dear
hear
blessings in a song
as they call your name
beckoning you near
here
keep them in your arms
and as i write a poem
i hear you sing
i hear you laugh
so i write it down
in my new shoes
in my own time
and if you hear me now
sing her a song
give Him your prayer
rest in His arms
blessings ………. no. 1
rest in my arms ………. no, 2
brother ………. no. 3
CHRIST / Christmas Songs
r e s t i n m y a r m s
when the mood’s been set and your eyes
slowly drift toward rest beside
a candle flicks for a while
and it says,
you’re a masterpiece
blessings ………. no. 1
rest in my arms ………. no, 2
brother ………. no. 3
CHRIST / Christmas Songs
b l e s s i n g s
Father, my dear,
hear
blessings in a song
while we call your name
beckoning you near
here
keep us in your arms
blessings ………. no. 1
rest in my arms ………. no. 2
brother ………. no. 3
TUMULTUARY
designed direction
summer hills now overgrown with introspection
defeating my heart
i hear birds of May sing whispers of the season
while she’s cold at night from winters wind of freezin’
these days behind
what of nature then?
if life borne of death let mystery end
needles surround me and i am undone and yet called to begin
what life have i yet to receive?
truth finds me now,
as a thread,
unthreading seams i’d sewn
the needle is a pine
and if i am nature
and nature within me
i’d pray as i unravel
that truth console my need