your eyes cannot pretend

i forgot about this place
where everybody has a face
that everybody hides behind

but i know just what you mean
and i know just where you've been
cause i looked you in the eyes and i'm not blind.

human rules?

i'm having difficulty making sense of you.
and you, quite clearly, are having difficulty.
whether or not you are aware of it.

i may be more open about it
but it doesn't mean i'm more scared.
i just forget that we're humans.

anyway, i'm just pretending.

i know, right? what?!

you are like a chinese torture device that's all you say.

alone in a club full of people

follow me.
i'm going to a good place, and i'll take you there.

and ok, so maybe you can actually jive,
but that doesn't mean you are most perfectly suited to this.

i know you're the boy,
but i'll lead.

and just because you can't put your hands on me,
doesn't mean we can't chill.

everybody's communicating physically these days.
did you just pour beer on me?

it's for crying out loud

i know, right?
you are digging this, too.

all those miserable complaints of yours
are lies.
you pretend.
it's just a humble thing.
i know you couldn't possibly believe these things.
i've seen you smile.

but nobody gives a shit about humble.
love it out loud.
run a workshop, even.

whoever you are.

i have missed you.

hanging by your thumbs

dropped
into the deep blue sky

Flump
in a soft downy nest

you,
upside down
wrong for a bird
very strange

i feel upside down here


(a little primary/junior action for you:
found poem based on the book, Stellaluna by Janell Cannon)

i appreciate your looking out for me

but the universe does, too.

did you hear the sparkle in my eye?
can you see my heart sing?

this dimmer switch

what to say about it, then
to make you see the difference
between the shiny place you live
and the miserable you create
other than to just let you?

you are only aggravated
by the light i shine

and your eyes need time to adjust.

ring a bell

the whole thing is just an experiment in behaviouralism. without so many of the control groups.

we're not so much greater than pigeons or dogs or horses.

though maybe pigs and cows have something on us.

fancy pants and kicks

i will wear your fancy pants
but i cannot support your anti silly stance
and i will not limit these joyful outbursts

what's next? imagination?

not just a t-shirt

God's getting hip, loves.

i know you're used to hokey, self righteous, confused messages. but God's getting hip. and we're witnessing it.

testifying just got so easy: Christian Shirts

standing up, while i tell you to sit down.

so i guess i'm officially shaping the future now. i always have been, i've just upped the level of responsibility. now it's clickety clack, clickety clack up and down the hallways. and with the right shoes on, people automatically respect you.

personally, i'm digging the lady down the hall in the birkenstocks.

kid, i don't blame you.