All They Need

Poetry

The siding is gone above the
narrow roof that
barely protects the doorway

A doorway flanked by clotheslines
holding pink boxers, bandanas and a washcloth

Beside the steps, a defunct water heater,
a peeling stack of windows,
two chairs and a broken red wagon

A black-haired, barefooted women
leans into a yellow-shirted smiling blond man

The Evil in Us

Poetry

We are all one in sin
We are all one in redemption

The question of your unbelief
or belief
Is not yours to ask

Stop.
Breathe.
Have faith.

True faith puts you in the middle
of true evil

Often the evil is you and me

Do this:
Step out of the boat

For the Great Spirit is your anchor

Taking It All In

Poetry

Bad historians, lazy theologians and clever politicians
Back up prejudice
With just enough to support their view

It’s a dangerous game
trying to think inside someone else’s head

We can never go back to Eden
That’s why preachers should keep their old sermons
to weep over

Edward Abbey Proclaims:
Keep America Beautiful!
Grow a Beard
Take a Bath
Burn a billboard!

The fringe element is now listening

I’m driving back from Burlington
in the Plymouth taking it all in
while writing my manifesto

Madness Begins Soon

Poetry

A gas station canopy was toppled by the wind
caught on tape
naturally it made the news

The expressway was anything but

A man packed his wife in a suitcase
to save money

Madness begins soon
and the anchor wants to know
if you’ve filled out your bracket