11:04:23PM

I'm afraid to take off my shoes.  I am always ready to run.

 

Life sends the chasers, and mom buys the lacers. 

 

Dad wonders where the money went and sister wants the same pair, but in pink.

 

I'm afraid to take off my shoes.  I am always ready to run.

 

Mobs send the protesters and pastors preach in a drunken slurs.

 

Life sends the chasers.

 

Life sends the racers.

 

Death ends the pacers.

 

I'm afraid to take off my shoes. 

 

I never run.

  

Nights of Constancy

You know, it's almost midnight

and the moon always loses track of time.

I'd never stay too late anyways.

I am too aware of my own addiction to The Solitude.

Except for when I'm not.

I cracked the window late last evening,

God knows, I never want to tell the moon goodnight.

Because when I wake up, in sweat or shivers,

in the darkness of the early A.M,

or laughing as the wind waltzes in, around my feet,

since it knows I never cover them,

I realize it's a beautiful thing,

CONSTANCY.

He's still there outside my window,

like the song my dad would sing.

Oh Mr. Moon, Moon, bright and shiny Moon...

I realize that it seems pointless to worry,

goodnights are only goodnights.

And I'll evermore find comfort in the way,

the moon never says it either.