More...Stuff

Okay, here's a few things I've been working on. It's slow going, but it's something. Although, after reading some Langston Hughes poems as of late, I think I'm making poetry way too complicated. I tend to do that with things. Hehe, I'm a work in progress.

In and Out of Place

Finally, the Earl Grey seeps 

down to my bones, a buffer to

the crispy fall air as leaves complain

underfoot. The herpetologist feels rather 

out of place--Accented British--there 

are none of his subjects here;

The sun, although he knows it well,

even that seems strangely unfamiliar.

Life Expectancy
We may be living longer lives,
but let's be sure we're living
until we die.
Let's be sure we're giving,
pouting out the water jar
until dry.


Theology

I wonder what place there'll be

for us--for those of our kind who've

poured out life and given limb to speak

a word about the Trinity--once no more words

should be said but 'holy'? I mean, there'll be

nothing more to be seen or heard--nothing more

to search for. But if kept to our pursuit in light--

that we are extravagant libations--we won't be offering

another listless thought of it in midst

of perpetual universal worship, now will we?

We'll just keep swimming,
swimming.