My Poem "Next" got published in Offerings Magazine.....don't know if this is too hopeful...but here it is anyway..cheers T
NEXT
Twenty years will pass and the world is a grandiose medicine box.
Your skin is like clean clothes and life the eternal debt your collecting on.
God stays at home with parents and the hunger for Eve and fruit is never
satisfied.
Forty years will pass before the first emotion screams.
A bird will swoop.
Women will all look naked, Church like valium to the spirit,
God a crotched predator, and life as loose as the change
you’ve gathered into an account.
Sixty years will pass and your head and heart like a down pillow.
Clothes will look colorful and important and puppies more valuable
than dogs.
God will be the older brother you’ve learned to live with and grown to love and heaven the
perfect park for a family reunion.
