So...

So what do you think of her?


Hmmm...
Not my usual type.
Too skinny, not overly tall.
Still...There is something about her.

Can't put my finger on it.
But there's something...

Something that makes me want to
   Drink whiskey out the bottle,
   Fuck her up against a wall, then
   Eat cold Chinese food, naked
   And laughing together, take
   A shower, call a cab, and go
   Out dancing all night, sleep
   Too late, and make love all
   Day. Slowly in the sunshine,

Something that makes me want to
   Crash into her, like a hard wave
   On a rocky shoal
   And
   Devour her, like a starving man
   At the end of a long, lonely hunt.

Maybe it's
   The swagger in her step,
   The gun on her hip,
   The sneer in her grin,

Or maybe it's just the way she throws her head back and laughs out loud, like a wild woman, who will live forever and maybe die tomorrow.

I don't know, but there's something.


Oh, is that all?

-- 03/02/2012 1600 hrs, route Phoenix...

Too Broken

There is such a thing as
Too broken. Too hollow
To ever ring out with joy
Again. A drum silenced.

Anguish can cut too deeply,
Grief steal that which strengthens.
Until sinew and bone are
Separated at a soul level.

-- 02/28/2012

Prayer Ain't Pretty (Or How Grace Found Me)

That moment when
Discourse became 
Intercourse with a
God I had not even

Spoken to in years
Was the same moment
My despair became 
Rage, when prayer

Ignited into full-blown
Blasphemy, when I 
Began... to learn to trust.
Like a child. Again.

In that instant, the
Intimate struggle
Became...and begot.
And I was new.

The blood and the
Sweat. The mud and 
The acid tears. They
Became my sacrament

To a God who got right
Down into it with me.
Who took it all from me,
And loved me through it.

In forsakenness, I found
Hope. In the darkness of
Degradation, dignity. Light.
In emptiness, the sacred.

In loss, I was found.

-- 12/20/2011