Friday, December 30, 2011

Goodbye #3

The last lingerments of summer

Wrap my wrists like wet rags

Clinging to the inside of the washing machine

The last thoughts of our last time

Shoulder to shoulder

Communing with our vanity

And you touched my back and my heart

And your name once more rings

At long last, deep in my center

Where I can’t push you out

You’ve stepped out into beyond

And you’re finally on your way

I’m proud of you

But I ache from my fingertips

Stretched over mountain ranges

Where you learn to fly and your soul is filled

I’ll wrap my prayers around you like feathers

You’ll be the man I already knew you were

And you fear becoming

If you turn now there’s a chance I’ll run

You choose the direction

I find it funny that in the very last few days of this month I've posted more than I have in the entirety of other months. Do you?

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Still Emmanuel

“Isn’t it weird” she said,

“When a room is cleaned you want to dance in it”

That’s true I suppose since I grasped the broom

And kicked up my heels to the tribal beat on the door

Provided by my baby brother

Who has long since stopped being a baby and

Beats with powerful hands

So the neighbors will know how much fun we’re having

When Christmas is over

Because the baby back in Bethlehem

Is still with us

Still Emmanuel

Still interceding for us

Still mopping up our stains with his hole-y hands

And leaving our hearts pure under God

So clean we feel like dancing

Wednesday, December 28, 2011


There are the ugly things
The cracks in life
So vague and mysterious they often leave you cold
Like starving children in some country in Africa
And you think to yourself that you are sad
But you aren’t sad
You’re just empty of feeling
And there’s ugly hidden in the cracks of time
Like the racism we say we’ve beaten
But we haven’t
When a loving mother can suggest police stop
Citizens for speaking Spanish
And we can fear one another because of “other”
And a family who unknowingly saved countless families
Being the offspring of a medical miracle
Can’t afford to go to the doctor.
How are these things so shadowed?
How I’ve plastered over the shadow cracks in my mythology
This is an ugly thing
And one day the ugly will be covered over with hands
That know no difference in people except those who loved Him
Who He loves till the end.
There are the lovely things
But sometimes you must wait a long time

hmmmm, something I'm working on as a response to my own response on reading the beginning of The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, which I already know is going to be fascinating, but I also needed a new post.
Just so everyone is aware, I'm really really really uncomfortable with political poetry. So, try not to think this is political. This is just me, first and foremost a Christian, then an average person, then an average poet making sense of the world. Ok? Great.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Goodbye #2

And anyway, you weren't as sure as I was
Me confidently ordering the last martini you've ever bought me
You confused in the domination of the conversation
I can't tell you now my night terrors
And, anyway, I still see on you on cliff face
I'm still healing your hands
Thank you for my lyricism