The river

The river is always there
the same one
but it is never
the same
for even a second
never will a moment repeat
no boundaries to the patterns
it can create
none
its relationship with the coast never exact
the people, insects, dog shits, trees along the way
constantly in flux
it flows into an ocean
that constantly moves
towards ever shifting continents
on a spinning earth
the earths relation to the heavens
though it can come close will never exactly mimic now
this moment is it
are you enjoying it?

A mothers tears

The rain falls on the AC
Tapping out morse code for all
The soft pitterpat of desperation
The cry for help
For mother natures tears
Formulate the rain
And she is in danger of the gravest sort
Sadly she cries out to her oppressors
Who in a twist of fate
Will die if they finish the deed

He took me to the show

He took me to the show
The speudo Artists sang
By this point it was cast umpteen
Featuring the D lister du jour
I felt their village pain
I lived in the suburbs
But I knew how they felt
As they died of AIDS
He took me cause I asked
His english not so great
He asked me why a guy was playing Angel
He assumed the character a girl
His boredom palpable he tolerated the show
He'd just learned I was gay
He wanted a weekend
A weekend to fulfill the failures
That caused my fruity state
I took him to the Larson show
My point resolute