photo by Rachel Sky
I love you
Like a silver dollar
Like a neck tattoo
Like a Pitbull rescue squad
Where I’m the Pitbull and you are the squad
It’s that time of year
When pumpkin guts spatter across newspaper
And tall buildings look more ominous and vulnerable
The early cool season
Sometimes I forget how much I’ve learned from you
Sometimes I don’t treat you right
But you’re still here
And I’m so thankful for that
You are a ritual like brushing my teeth.
A routine that fulfills my life exponentially through time.
So many secrets we share.
But I want you to know that all of them are safe with me
Whatever you say…whoever knows them will not affect my love.
I don’t know how I can promise you this.
I just know that I can
Like a backyard dog in early winter regardless of when you let me in I will try to have a warm wiggling smile for you.
(This poem was recited live at the “Weirdo Wednesday: Kate & Sherman’s Wedding Event” at Davey’s Uptown on September 17, 2014 in Kansas City, MO)
photo by Sara Bertuldo
I’ve been tricked by flying caterpillars
It’s a special kind of ugly.
There is no make up for it.
I’ve embraced it for most if my life.
They lay their eggs in your garden.
Their children feed on you leafy greens.
It’s better when…
Of course I understand.
You’re just doing what comes natural.
But just because there is water does that mean something has to drink it?
Life in a car is not totally unlike living in a mobile green house.
A green house that farts toxic gas into the atmosphere.
Look the people that I love are all over the map.
Some of them are healing. Some of them are dying.
Some of them are healing others and some of them are dying eggs.
And some if them are dying t-shirts.
And some are selling T-shirts
And some are selling eggs.
Sometimes I over act
And sometimes I over react
But I never wanted to react over and over.
I wanted to act. But then I realized that I couldn’t.
At least the way I wanted to.
(Thanks for the video Brenton)
A butterfly doesn’t ask permission to open up her wings.
And a butterfly never loses it
until the very end.
There is alway something to discover there.
Here, we find something to lose.
If power is knowing where you’re going
Then arriving to your destination is getting lost again.
I’m not talking about abuse.
Abuse is stale.
Abuse is a camera at a traffic light.
There is always a reward for forgiveness.
There are donuts in the morning.
There is light through a broken window.
Your children will love you if you love them and help them.
There will always be pain.
We do not fear pain.
We are learning every day, every second, and that is the best way to live.
That is the life.
I am a butterfly walking
And your words help me to get on.
I know these things that no one else can know.
I see these things that no one else can see.
It’s all a just tools for healing and helping
and helping some more.
Friday Aug. 22 (KC, MO) @ RecordBar