Judgment Seat

What justice do you come in seek of

That I’d admit my guilt
My foolery
How I failed in my duty to know what I didn’t know
A detailed confession, then
I sat in err, from nearly the start
Took what wasn’t mine
Gave too much away, too soon
Believed I was privileged in prayer
A hypocrite before you with a bias I wanted kept secret

Nothing not already evident

Fool’s Song

It reads as a song

The answers owed
Yet never forthcoming

The questions looming
That only the ghosts entertain 

The life, the life, the life
Before, now, ahead, that must be to blame

All this you’ll never know
The cheapest of tricks

And  someone is singing