The man who mistook the money he made for time with his family the intimate touch of the edge of his desk as it dug into his butterfat belly when he slept every night embrace by his tooled leather belt
He tries to hand down his wisdom to waitresses and the janitorial staff knows the names of their children the aspirations they once held the cruelty of the rejection of their third-hand sedans hard to start of a chilly morning
Sunday mornings he only has eyes for the money he saves sharpening razors in the executive washroom watching church services on the internet God bless the good parts the ants that toiled in the fields the saints who healed so others could get on with work
how do you take your salvation sir one miracle or two?
he is lured home on the selfish pretenses of a family who has never noticed the gray in his beard indeed has never seen the beginning of the beard that make his lips look like implacable cherries
he leaps out a second story window trusting providence to break his fall
the staff at the hospital calls him the chairman rolling around the halls at all hours guiding his electric chariot with puffs of breath demanding inventories from linen closets asking orderlies about their wives
as he ages he spends more time watching videos about nature the vast world he knows from the allergens that torment his nose he sleeps every night cloaked in air-conditioned dim teases himself to sleep with fantasies hearing the opening bell stock reports hoping for the redemption of his diversified portfolio
a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration! As most every girl and boy taught back in the day, or more recently going to Zerns, a golden age of story telling, when rapt listening ears willingly leant eager attention to a riveting speaker such
Jesus watches over us Jesus is watching to protect The lost and the wandering sinner Those who cry out to our Savior Believing Jesus is with us forever Jesus, friend of the weary and Those wandering, lost in this world
I stand with a humble heart searching Seeking the name and the power There is in the glory of Jesus My Savior, my Father adoring Everything that is from you, Lord Jesus I believe and I trust you my Savior
That limit that line that determines defines Harder than ever to motivate the inside to find The light that once was and searching to still remain My secret my heart felt love of inner flame Warming me ever so softly