Saturday, October 6, 2012

The Day After Peace

The day after peace
We walked the grounds and surveyed the
Remnants newly disassociated
Spilled blood and wine equally evaporated
The transition was fast and tinny hollow.
It had always been such a struggle
Noble but in a self-righteous way
Like the first solo on a bicycle
Look at me see what I have done
But then on the day after all there is left is the riding
This quest complete yet ringing hollow somehow
Leaving nothing gallant to strive and embrace
No shining city on the hill
Nothing left but the churning and the beginning

White Bread and Burnt Toast

I’ve had another birthday
And I find myself somewhere between white bread
And burnt toast
Still edible but maybe not palatable?
Scrape a bit over the sink
Looking for salvage…salvation
Maybe something's still there
All carbon based…
The beets from the market look on
Then quickly looks away
They had their day bright and leafy
Now wilted limp of leaf
Hoping that the flesh of the root
That stains fingertips burgundy
Might still make a meal that one could sit down to.