Questionable

I didn’t come
to lodge a complaint
it is what it is
it ain’t what it ain’t
it’s a pretty good joke
as far as I can see
even if the joke
seems to be on me

It’s likely that questionable
lifestyle choices resulted
in the current situation
and the traffic on a given road
is no guarantee of
a desirable destination

We want what we want
so we rationalize the finer
points of right and wrong
and if our ass winds up
in a sling that’s probably
where our ass belongs

So I didn’t come
to lodge a complaint
it is what it is
it ain’t what it ain’t
it’s a pretty good joke
as far as I can see
even if the joke
seems to be on me

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Common Strange

From the corner of my ear
I hear laughing and talking
Feels a little weird
as I pass by walking
But my baggage doesn’t show
so I’m safe, I am ignored
though you never really know
when you’re living by that sword

too common to be strange
too strange to be the norm
when the target’s out of range
and it keeps changing form

now and then you recognize
the strangeness in another’s eyes
there is a comfort in the commonness
but it’s not the same
as feeling blessed

too common to be strange
too strange to be the norm
but there’s no one to blame
it’s just living in the storm

Hands

Some hands rock cradles
some hands rock boats
some hands just throw rocks
or grab you by the throat

Some hands pull you down
some hands pick your pocket
some hands hold the door open
some hands try to lock it

when you’ve fallen
some hands lift you up
when you’re thirsty
some hands hold a cup

when everything
just seems too much
the best hands just offer
a loving touch

Curiously Thankful

In the turmoil between memory
and the motion around me
I learned what I lost
it was everything.
But I can run on
the fumes indefinitely
and after so many years
of such luck beyond deserving
it seems almost greedy
and ungrateful to ask for more.
but in this swirling confusion
it is only human
to long for the anchor
the shelter from the storm
the beacon in the darkness
still curiously thankful
that I know what I’m missing

Obvious

Some days, you feel
like a bounced check
insufficient to the task
a question whose answer
is so obvious nobody
bothers to ask

Don’t do anything foolish
tomorrow is another day
the sun will come from
behind the clouds
and things will be okay

Testimony

I can’t say how much
of what I recall
is true or just imagined
but if what you feel
is what is real
I swear that it all happened.

never been that crazy
about reality, anyway
close your eyes
turn it off
you’ll see a better way

Listen For The Sound

Bent but not broken
bloodied but not defeated
in spite of what you might’ve heard
or what somebody tweeted
patience is a virtue waiting
for the go-round to come back around
the winds of change keep changing direction
listen for the sound

They might be hiding
in a cabin in the woods
they might be laying low
in a run down neighborhood
they may be somewhere off the grid
they might even be underground
waiting tor the winds of change to change
listen for the sound

They might say wrong is right
they might say dark is light
they might say that Jesus
was only joking around
but the winds of change will change direction
listen for the sound

When you’re alone
in a crazy place
out beyond laws
of time and space
things you know to be lost
can miraculously be found
when the winds of change change direction
listen for the sound

The pendulum dividing us
someday will stop swinging
then the heavens will rejoice
the angels will be singing
a plumb bob in the center
is where it will hang down
the winds of change will stop changing
listen for the sound

They might say wrong is right
they might say dark is light
they might say that Jesus
was only joking around
but the winds of change will change direction
listen for the sound