Friday, December 23, 2011

A Light Parody

Fire! Fire! Burning bright

London Bridge is falling down

                    falling down



In the darkness of the night

My fair Prince.


Will you build it up with wood and clay?

Or then bricks of gold?

Wash those piercing eyes away,

and the smiles that speak of old?

Singe that darkness, smoothness, brightness

I know.

You caressed to life.

      wove those locks,

      carved those teeth,

       lit those eyes so bright

They died.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Bitterly, sourly.


If you see a speck of dust-like

glittering, glittering

as you walk along a long bare road

as you snuggle up against that couch

as you grip that steering wheel…



only a moment.

Put it in your pocket for me?


Maybe fingers twisting

locks of curling hair,

Sweaty palms

Songs in an ethereal falsetto

rare smiles… hide those speckled monsters;

These random lines.


I’ll write

them back from you,



My mind is

Peacing itself



“Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.” Matthew 7:6 (NIV)