Even More Poems That I Have Written to Appear Busy
Baptism
fully immersed
made new
no trace of the old
brought forth as an offering
completely regenerated
no longer a mere hot dog
now a vehicle for Frank’s Red Hot
First Amendment
this is not an act of defiance
it is not an act of rebellion
this is an exercise
of my God given rights
there is only one way to stop me
i will keep playing this organ
until I get to meet Reba
and/or Chili Davis
Bud Light Lime
the blood pulses through my head
the temperature begins to rise
the stars align around your face
your skin begins to glow
encephalitis, the doctor says
but I know it’s just
too much Freedom Juice
Prayer
281–330–8004
an appeal to heaven
a direct line for prayer
take this cup
i have given for you
for this lean
is the cup of life
Reckoning
the light flashes across the sky
the thunder echoes through the expanse
the heat wraps us all like a quilt
the children run from the flood
the baby boom is complete
Match
you continually amaze me
you make me whole
i can’t imagine my life without you
i thank the higher powers
that obama brought you into
my life
my rock
my better half
my government issued girlfriend
Time
this voice of booming through the rafters
it reverberates in my skull
the sound is inescapable
it continually oppresses me
i will never accept
the idea of Truck Month
True Love
your golden skin beckons me from across the room
i think of nothing but your curves
each spot a perfect imperfection
your scent is intoxicating
every sense is overwhelmed by you
you are mine
i am yours
our love is eternal
our love will be the end of us both
mi amor
mi vida
mi chicken fried steak
Eden
i can see but not touch
it taunts me from afar
the flaming sword keeps me away
the longing in my heart grows
ever deeper, i yearn to be a part
to jump the fence and run
i long to be complete
to have you in my life
please let me into this chili’s
for I must have Chicken Crispers
Pepper
i can only react
not though
just reflex
only repetitions
like a machine
a slip of the foot
a crack of the skull
divots upon divots
blue stands above me
“that’s why we said ‘no pepper’
let’s play ball”
Identity Crisis
i feel that they have learned my secret
i am not who i say i am
in reality, i am five raccoons hidden in a trenchcoat
Acolyte
incense scatters at my feet
our prayer will not rise skyward
a sacrifice of humility has been offered
