Desperate

My wife just said "it's really late"
 from the sofa in the other room.
My children sleep and
are still babies.

My neck is sore.
My jaw clenches.
My fingers fly
before the creepers

climb the sides
of this chair to
pull me
back under.

I only have this
moment to send this
message to you
from here.

Go stand outside
naked in the sun.
Dance and jiggle
and let your body

bathe
in its fleshy fashion.
You are only you
for so long.

When I'm gone,
it wasn't so long.
My wife is waiting.
Soon I will sleep

and so will you.

The Gift That God Gives

The gift that God gives
Grow cold in soul’s cellar
Sold to paupers for simple
Seeds, sewn among weeds

We each eat Nietzsche’s lies 
like itchy sand, she knows my cries 
at night are not bestowed 
below her thighs, 

oh my! My god! I cry 
for simple words and
Simple lies like Abraham
With son held tight

Let us all believe, for I can’t
See the glory of the coming of the lord. 
We have come to see the honey 
and the milk upon the shore, 

and all the green in Arizona 
can be canned in heat, 
we sit and weep alone
with salty streaks that dry so sweet

all the children’ve gone away
And gifts of youth expire today,
When words won’t work and
Fingers flee, Will we still squint

To watch the sea?