(stranger)

Verse 1:

Stranger in a foreign place,

They want you dead ‘cause you’re not their race.

Stranger- They won’t be kind,

Though your’n elder stricken blind.

Stranger in a foreign land,

They want you out but you’ll make a stand.

Chorus:

Stranger- Stranger.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve been here longer.

It doesn’t matter ‘cause they are stronger.

It doesn’t matter that you are human.

It doesn’t matter cause you aren’t like them.

Stranger- Stranger.

It doesn’t matter, because you don’t matter.

It doesn’t matter, because you don’t matter.

It doesn’t matter, because you don’t matter to them.

Verse 2:

Stranger in a foreign country,

Like an animal they will hunt thee.

Stranger in a foreign land,

For your good deeds they’ll strike your hand.

Stranger in a foreign town,

They will not cease ‘till you’re six feet down.

Chorus x2

Outro:

Whose Stranger?

(untitled 1)

Dear God of the broken hearted:

Come quickly. Fix what we started.

(big momma in the sky)

Big momma in the sky

I don’t get you.

I won’t try to pretend I do.

Why do you let my brothers

and sisters fall so?

Why don’t you hold them close

despite their yelling and screaming.

Us, me and my siblings, that know you

we know it is best when we just sit

in silence as you rock us

back and forth and back and forth.

I don’t get you and I don’t need to.

I just wish the lost ones would come back.

(to peacekeeper: a robot that wonders if it too has a soul)

Someday, maybe soon, maybe not,
You will reach the end of your quest.

Until then, my metallic friend,
You can visit heaven in an ornithopter.

(how to spell knife)

Kinetic

Nine point eight meters

per second squared, I, Blade,

rush to meet juggler.

Notch

I am a wid’ler.

I will destroy the forest

Soon, notch by notch by…

Incision

My poem enters

between the ribs of paper.

Ink, paper’s blood, flows.

Friction

Along serrated

edges, unity divides

‘til one becomes two.

Edge

Thinner than thin,

the edge is unknowable,

like secrets of God.

(ghost)

The ghost of a

living person

comes to me ev

ery night and

I am so tired.

I cannot sleep.

we argue for

hours. Neither

of us will ev

er win. Meanwhile,

her body goes

on with her life.

(freshman dorm romance)

Miss January of the Swimsuit Calendar, circa 2002,

I am but a poor man,

with little wants

and little to give.

True, I am an

astronaut, but

I’ve never been to

space. But I have danced

Oh I have danced

among the stars

and the planets.

I have glowed with the

light from the sun.

I have stared down

at the world below

 in the middle of the

night and seen lights,

lights so simple

and so very many

that it would take your

breath away forever.

I have seen all

those things but

I have no one to share

all my joys with.

I have seen you

posed so gracefully

and still for so long.

I know that we are

kindred souls.

So, when you tire of

being ogled by freshman

boys and you are ready

for a real man.

Someone who cares

about you, soul and body,

I am right here.

Right where I’ve always been.

Come stand by my side

and we will make

the universe sing

like never before,

or I’m not the

Glow-in-the-dark Astronaut above Billy’s bed.