drive by poem

i want to know what's going on in everyone's abode
something about it makes me think
the curiosity that lingers
in front of shut doors
and closed shades
i want to know what's going on in everyone's abode

I can’t help it, I fall in love with everyone I meet.

Everyday, I’m just human.

Fell asleep under the old cemetery tree last night,

Woke up covered in snow, the sun peaked through

The trees and sad clouds. Skeleton Birds brought

Me breakfast, and a dead man made me coffee.

I danced my morning away with my dead Dad,

And then we laid down together under the

old cemetery tree. I never want to wake up.

JOHN WAYNE.

Sometimes words erase feelings

And sounds overwhelm me.

Faint as a feather, the little things

Give me hope. Horses in bed

With bottles of beer and cigarettes.

Let’s watch the evening news

Together and bomb our brains.

Rocks and waves that crash.

You want to feel me breathe?

Just bend down to the river’s edge

And take that all in. That’s all me.

A truth about me.

To be free to love me

There are lines on my hands

That lead to South River.

There are thoughts in my

Mind that sing good together.

Strings of lights and lights of

Glory- set me free to love

All and all to love me.

I can’t be contained to one

Room, one human, one love.

I love everything. I love

Everyone. Good or bad.

White or Black. I love

Everyone, and that’s

A fact.