Trust Trust is the issue

Trust

Trust is the issue,

In that you trust

She won't smack your head

For saying it wrong.

Mothers are loving

And Jesus is just.

Thus my ridiculous song.

 

Morning Song

I love you now and I always will.

I just woke up. It's morning.

An editor of a magazine

Said never say forever.

Are feelings as legitimate

When you just wake up

As they are throughout the day

Or when you go to sleep?

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Morning Poems

They are flocking into Denny's,

All well-dressed, aloof (ah money!)

For a meeting over breakfast.

And they stoop to tell the waitress

What they want, then disappear.

If they're so rich and classy

Why the hell are they at Denny's?

He is crazy. And the country

Lets him walk around at will,

And his very precious freedom

Is protected by the law.

Every day he's getting older,

Dirtier and sicker.

What's a better way? The doctors

Don't know what to do.

Denny's is so dull

As it gets later in the morning.

No one talks or laughs or jokes.

They eat their breakfasts and they go.

And driving home of course, a dozen

Patriotic Yankees

Run red lights and hit the gas

And they are gone.

The day begins.

 

Worlds

Facts about the universe

Contradict each other.

ISIS and tsunamis; or

A cat becomes unable

To walk the day his owner has stroke,

And then recovers when his owner dies.

Or just a tabby that befriends

A lover who's been jilted

And hasn't found a way to be alone.

Then the world is righted

And the two are back together,

But still the cat remains

And recognizes no one else.

And people who have visions from the grave -

About as understandable as god.

Does god want understanding?

Or just to be despised.

 

Thought

A person with compassion

Is going to hate god,

Whether he believes in god or not.

And a person with a mind requires

Something more to do

Than watch a 49er break a knee.