free verse


A Capella –

All out on your own;

Harmonic and yet dissonant. . .

An uneven rhythm.

And no one to match it.

A beat.

But no soul behind it.

A voice.

But gibberish despite proof –


Grieving the problems you wished upon yourself.


free verse

Sun shines through the spring leaves,

Landing on a damp slab of concrete.

The remnant of a cigarette butt

Falls to that same gray slab.


And the ash burns.

The smoke flies, blown by the wind

Of the self-focused passersby.


Meaningless, utterly meaningless

Is the life of fearful expectation –

A man who outrages the Spirit of grace.