SHADOWS
Living in the west
shadows of
my horse
and hat
following
me home
Category: String Too Short To Save
INNOCENCE LOST
INNOCENCE LOST
Smoking behind tree
lying to your mother
innocence is lost
NO GHOSTS
NO GHOSTS
In the new lands
the new houses
have no ghosts
This is a matter
of great relief
and sadness
THE SAME AGE
THE SAME AGE
Grateful now to be
the same age as Satchel Paige
neither one knowing
THE SADNESS OF ARBORISTS
THE SADNESS OF ARBORISTS
Knowing that
next year his trees
Will be trying
to grow leaves
on phantom limbs
GONE IS GONE
GONE IS GONE
A just war, an unjust war, or just war
A midnight arm, flung
across an unmade bed
Half empty or half full
THE CANON OF FODDER
THE CANON OF FODDER
And ain’t every fodder
of every cannon
dying for someone else’s sins
Sweet Jesus as their model
NEO IS THE NEW OLD
NEO IS THE NEW OLD
Can you remember
when the con in neo-con
did not stand for convict
COLLATERAL DAMAGE (SUPPLY AND DEMAND)
COLLATERAL DAMAGE (SUPPLY AND DEMAND)
In a world of perfect balance
it is no wonder
so many innocents are killed
How else would one supply
the increasing number of martyrs
increasing demand for virgins
Empty Bed
There are many ways to empty a bed
Disease, divorce, and wars of course
and by sleeping on both sides