Difficult Art

All the nonsense to receive
Mantas and tenets rising up
Ancient foundations to revere
What architects are responsible?

Live right, I accept
Love well, all the more

But call me not lover for a season
God didn’t build me to let go
If He tells me He did
I’ll tell Him He’s a liar

Double Monocle

You were as a fiery thing
Burning
Moving
Closer

I had to double-check

Closer
I said with laughter that only I was meant to hear
Yet you came nearer

Don’t question me then, when I ask
How is it you hear?
How is it I see?

The Book and I

Name what it’s called when you cannot help but

Address each and every creature and the

City of emotions that washes over you, leaving you in a

State of awe? And, for those who feel

Zip? What do you call them?

Dear Mister

Dear Mister 
My man
As I draft the morrow’s lesson plan

Will you allow me
To stand 
At the sink
Wishing not to let them sink
A grapefruit breakfast in my hand
Juice and seeds dripping 

Will you be thankful
To stand 
At the ready 
Wishing not to leave me there
A lone wolf come dinner time 
Howls and echoes looming

Dear Mister
My man 
As you make your lifelong plan

What Trust

Is there a reason not to do this?

Is there a reason not to tear out my mind, haul it to sea, throw it to the deep?

What right has it had to do the same to my heart?

Day after day, year after year.

May it be my mission.

I see no reason not to do this.