Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Two Poems in Ascent Aspirations

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A Realistic Analysis

As I tumble through the sky,
I begin to understand
what it means to be in the
hands of God.
It's about time
I came to understand this.
I relax, knowing
there is no defense left.
Somebody else's project now,
or maybe none will do it.
Beyond caring.
Others will fret, either
left without the pieces of my flesh
or saddened.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Morning and Afternoon: The Video

Friday, July 18, 2014

The Morning

It's his fault
that he hangs
by the collar of his thin
shirt, forty stories
above the street.
He can't help

feeling the discomfort
from fear
that makes his
temporary heart
flutter. There is a
name for it.

Poor Jaquobin.
What you haven't got
is diligence.

Sunday, July 06, 2014

The Afternoon

They pressed together
mouth to cheek

under the slow rain
as the mud deepened

and the frame of their
shelter melted away.

They stood under
spots of roofing

when the wind
brushed cold

droplets from their
pink faces.