Bottles and Cans

Bottles and cans
Bottles and cans
Got -- bottles and cans

Kick me kiss me
Kick me kiss me
Can you -- keep real close

Cats can’t kill me
Cats can’t kill me
They will -- bite and scratch

Failed Attempts At Consolation

The consolers clatter on
While mourners hang their heads
The sun just up and blood convoys slow
No one really cares and no one really hears

The preacher speaks
With words meant to inspire, to lift souls higher
The pews are full of folks who hurt
But aren’t being healed, just instructed

The line grows long like cancer
With hands to shake and lines to recite
While brother and sisters are forced to console
And their mother Rests behind them

The weary sun has almost collapsed
Night is waiting to be born
The day is too long and heavy
And forced to crawl through

And the worm keeps on
Consuming flesh created in His image
Carving caves to lay their eggs
Only to die a few feet away

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Where is home?

In a city with basements
And Bar-B-Q sandwiches?
With baseball teams,
And I-70 meeting I-35?

Or is it in the small,
With downtown squares,
And bicycle friendly streets
In and on the edge of the Ozarks?

Is home where one is born,
Where they know your name?

Where weaving wandering roads
Cause no hesitation;
And short-cuts and city streets
Are familiar friends?

Can home change from where you were to where you are?
Can home be an adventure?

With unknown excitement
Eager to meet you;
Where new holes in the wall
And dusty book stores await meeting?