There's almost nothing left.
There's almost nothing left.
The pictures have been taken I stand alone.
My bed sheets bleed ink and my back and arms covered in blue.
My thoughts are green.
It's been too long.
It's been too long.
The pictures have been stolen.
A napkin laughs, its wrinkled face bursts
Lit with fire the cupboards close.
The food is gone.
I write the story with ringing my ears.
High pitch, high tone.
I lay alone.
Barefoot and noiseless.
A tape running into wall.
You try to sing.
Turn the video off before they come.
Mechanical slaves and mindless.
Mindless makes me green.
I've tried to seen.
It won't work on paper.
It won't work on you.
I wake and write and sleep, then sleep.
Then wake and write.
My bed closed and door locked.
Covers off and.
It won't work on you.
My bedspread flat is covered with words.
They've bled to death.
Bled to death.
There's almost nothing left.
There's almost nothing left.

I love the look of ties, especially the old, newish ones, angled with contemporarily-stitched stripes.

Those are the ones that went great with my shirt and belt.  However, I hate the feel of new, oldish ties.

Sometimes they grip my neck too tight.

They’re just uncomfortable sometimes.

On mornings I’d get a call from Region 8...

I’d accept a substitute job before the sun even rose.

Those mornings it was always easier to put on a tie knowing I might see you in the hallway or teacher’s lounge.

The anticipation of seeing you was my energy.

I never would have guessed the one I'd spend my the rest of my life with would be the one I first asked out in the copy room.

Somehow it periodically makes me think of Saturday Night Live.

Early March is always a great time, isn't it, honey?

Create and edit a full composition including but not limited to:

An including but not limited to list of action items for self-improvement in comprehensive areas.

A map of a specific driving route designed for the execution of your most immediate errands that is gas-sufficient, backtrack foolproof, and includes a minimum of one coffee stop.

An every-other-week bathroom cleaning schedule.

Several presuppositions to throw where you feel led.

An epiphany.

An acceptance.

An open-ended period of time you might have to yourself.

Jesus,

Father, please wrap your arms around me. I need you now more than ever. I wish it wouldn't have to come to this...and that I would look to pray and love to seek your face before times of crisis and fear. Please reveal to me things in my life in which I am not aware that I am in the wrong as well as things I need to flee from. Mold me to your image. Please reconcile me with ones that I have hurt dearly...those that I love. Make my love for you complete through my obedience and discipline. I need you, Jesus. I know you are here. I know that your power is made complete in my weakness. Please strengthen me and allow me to delight in my suffering and weakness. For you know the plans you have for me. Purify my heart. Touch me, and touch me again. Reach out your right hand. Lead me to your light and love. Allow me to not make bargins with your enemies and continue to make your Holy Spirit speak when I mix my standards with yours. Please let me see your face. I love you. I desire deeply to be obedient. Thank you for your patience and everlasting love. Please forgive me. Give me another chance. I commit my eyes, mind, and heart to you forever. Forever. I am so sorry. Please believe me. I am sorry. I love you.

I love you daddy.

Your son,

Samuel

BEYOND NUMB

swiss cheese walls
and barefoot falls
tall, lanky men
blonde hair
and blue eyes and their
cupboards full of pies                                                 but
hundreds of starving eyes
little feet
tiny toes
against clay walls in rows
muddy shows
parfeit dreams
cracked support beams
unlit future
stomachs full of empty
never something new for
burnt skin of plenty
exposed
and sinking in
alley garbage bins
blank expression
toilet sidewalk roads
gray or brown
or inbetween
nothing green will grow