Pauper's Grave

He was just right here

Trip on him,
 on me way out d' door

Weren’t my fault at all

Poor man dyin’ on the naked ground

Cold, curled baby style

Lost his life...

Treat him with grace
hide the boy's face

Lost his poor soul 
round here someplace

Dis' block, one over....
... or one 'fore dat

Don’t matter, he lost now

Won’ never be back

Some mama’s baby lookin for all the world
 like he was cryin

And needin’ her arms to rock 
him back to life

Someplace Mama sit quiet 
not knowin, 
nor rememberin’

she once had a baby 
Jack

go quiet baby

go quiet ol’ man

there’s no salvation

no salvation

no reason to ever look back

seek something else now son

something more than life

life never promised never gave

what you get from life is what you take

and what it takes from you is life
don't look back angry
 resist the glance

And realize now 
you never 
had 
a 
chance

We latch on

like we can make a difference together.

Like somehow we are stronger as two,

when we may be twice as weak.

The compliment or the contradiction?

The wind or the weight?

Which are we?

matters

Who knows really

What tears mattered

or meant

other than demanding

much more 

than I could muster.

carling wood study

Celebrate The Bay

Gray sky lingers

Well into day

Before sun’s

fingers

Dispatch the haze

Offshore it drifts

 dissipates
and
fades away

Basking now in

blossoming rays

Even flow the ripples

Shimmer in the bay

All Small specks

A long horizon away

When…

Trailing south 
on a shoreline breeze

O’er the slap of lapping waves

A precise platoon of pelican

So perfect the Parade

Skim the water

And save the day

heinous crimes

random acts of violent cowards

                         

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