Spontaneous Prose

Sift

Cold, hard truths

Gleaming old bones unearthed by patient sleuths

Needing their marrow sunlit

Like the consciences of aching sinners

 

I’m the most awkward of beginners.

 

Connection

Smacking synapses joining direction

May they meld forevermore

Sing praises hallelujah and amen

 

In so doing halve the burden

 

Faithful leap

Relinquish all the wares you sought to keep

Beware that which you covet

Remember what your mother dreamt for you

 

It was simple, holy, and true

Repeat

Yellow piss down a hole

Brush those teeth ground down

Make the bed clear the head

Pray for light pray for might

 

Foamy oats on a stove

Look out see the town

Grows by day comes this way

Pray for sight pray for light

 

Squirmy dog on a leash

Keep that snout low down

Pull your man best you can

No need for you to pray

Faithful night on a dime

Bring it back around

Turn the bed rest the head

Pray for flight pray for light

Standing Next To Zero

I had always lived vicariously.  That's why there was nothing to report.

Now there is much news.

I keep an ancient coin from an old dead empire hanging around my neck - but not like a noose - more like a promise ring. 

I am fixing my gaze - not fixing as in "setting" - fixing as in "repairing".  The sweat from my pores is a puddled damage report. 

The reflection in my mirror is a blur from the periphery.

To rehearse is to invite later mistakes.  To improvise is to never make one. 

You take the wheel.  I'll step on the gas.