July 2018 – ZACDAQ

Hey for today

Hey for today

One day he ran
He ran very far away
Wondering if his family
Needed his stay

Fearless.
He should have been.

Soon, he looked back:
He heard a song
He was sitting on a stool
Holding a drink
He was singing along
He wondered why?!
He could not be there

I still see the back of you
Guiding and leading the pack
We biked miles to the beach
We could say anything!
Any old thing—is the thing
To each other—to anybody
Anything but: Goodbye

Hopefully, we are all okay
Yesterday was quite the memory
Wishing so hard we could go back
Oh, but the pictures we have
The cement treadmill underneath us
Moments, never forgotten
Why did they turn dark and grey?
Why do the colors of life go away?

The only thing that matters for now
Is that we still say
Hey for today

25

Felt so great
To be alive
Dancing on tables
Reckless, but totally fine
Dreams that were planted
Grew strong in bright light
Confidently standing—
I was 25
Survival was pretty
Flowed just like water
Every little thing
Was going to be alright

If I could go back
And speak to me at 25
34 me would say:
Breathe it all in, man
Today is the day
Shake it and take it
As much as you can
You can do anything
You’re only 25!
Just like I wanted
To say to 19 me—
When I was 25

Prayers for Mary

Prayers for Mary

5 out of 7 days
She was there
Sitting, wiggling about
Working in her chair
A total pro
Selling her web
Killing the numbers
A diner burger and coffee
Never neglected
On her lunch hour
I know nothing she said
Now, I have nothing
Only best wishes
For Mary
She pops in my head
Here and there
Hearing the things
She would say
The scratching of scratch-offs
Cigarette walks with the dogs
—Hers was called Trouble
Oh, I used to have fun
I know all about fun
So, she covered for me
While I napped on a leather couch
Lucky winners we were to know her
Now, there is nothing?
I hear she is not all there
When she was always there
I do know one thing thing:
I have so many prayers
For Mary

Night of Cynthia

Night of Cynthia

She carries pain
In a designer handbag
Minds are left bound in a trap
I hated the hatred I felt one night
Deceived by superficial beauty
Beauty of Cynthia

She cuts through guts
To her, we’re hers
She dines on
Our vulnerable meat
What a surprise
Under porcelain skin hides
A foul and gluttonous sin
Sin of Cynthia

In a pricey restaurant
Red wine dripped down
Seductive, blood red lips
With the wipe of a napkin
She stood up in black heels
She flew off and she grew
Smaller and smaller
There was no trace left
Left of Cynthia

The curse of the witch
Left my trembling hands with a wish:
To stab evil with my dinner knife
But, I’m not like her
She’ll sleep tight—she is free
To wake up and hunt prey so naive
Check paid, I went home
Trying to forget the night
Night of Cynthia