Number 603 on Main St.

He was a nice man

A black cap sat upon his head

He has only had one lady in his bed

The man whistles, his dog comes out of no where

Cigarette butts scatter across his front yard.

His house is made of stone and his farm

Is old as dead bones.

He owns a tractor and a couple horses.

Next door lives dead Mrs. Smith.

Lightning bolts.

The river sits, calm as smoked glass shines.

Squirrels run by, acorns in both arms.

I can smell the morning. New, young dew.

The sun creeps up the mountain.

The grass glistens as the birds sing.

Together we are one.

Together we are the earth.

Today shall be the day.

this made sense to me.....    "the more profound you are, the more meaning you need" 

Running through the fire, running through the flame,

Running through the hatred, pushing through the blame,

Running through the hopelessness and shame, 

Revolution already underway.

Alone is how I feel, all the time.

I stand outside my car in the rain.

No hat, no rain boots, just me in the rain.                    

When I open my door a receipt is seen dancing in the wind.

Not mine but I pick it up to recycle this little dude.

I stand as tall as I can with nothing in between.

The Nikes I have on right now are older than my age and

My car is leaking fluids. I can feel nothing.

Right now I can feel absolutely nothing.  The rain touches

My left shoulder, it graces my nose. But I can’t feel it.

I think I am finally realizing this. I think the thought just hit me.

It doesn’t matter where I am.

It doesn’t matter who I am with, I am alone and blank.

Blank like the canvas in front of the teacher.

I can see the man smile next to me and I don’t feel it.

I am alone in a world full of greedy humans. I am alone

In a place where no one can see me, they don’t understand.

As the gum sticks to the pavement in the morning rain,

I can see my life going down the drain.

I can pretend to be happy, even in the darkest of times.

I can pretend to like you and all around us.

But I just found out that I will forever be alone.

Like the one piece of grass that grew through the pavement.

Alone. I can have a man and a home, but all I feel is alone.

For the man, I feel sorry; I know he will never know. But he loves me

He is stuck here without me. My body lies next to

Him in bed, but I still feel empty.

Plant a seed.

Leather straps, old man hats and sidewalk cracks.

Ma is on the front porch peeling tonight’s dinner.

The green beans have taken over the back yard

And the stone wall, twisting and sitting everywhere.

An old dog walks by only on three legs.

The can on the porch is getting rusty from June Rain.

delicate ocean sand.

Across the ocean’s surface a Dainty Lady waltzes.

Her legs like tree limbs: strong, durable and rooted.

Around her neck hangs a Golden Heart Locket.

Rings on each fingers and a soul full of truth.