How do you feel, she asks.

I feel homeless, I say.

What do you mean, she asks.

Have you ever been homeless, she asks.

I feel fine, I say.

An album of nearly every poem and song I ever shared with anybody. 

I really enjoyed the editing done to this!

I finally got it edited it. It’s a large file(I wanted the higher quality), so let it load up before you play it. Here’s a smaller version if your computer sucks. 

 

A Fall Praise Song

Your pall enfolds me,

October.

Your skin’s on fire,

bristling the northern water.

 

Here she comes,

Hold your breath,

Like a star before her death!

 

Feels so nice,

this haunting totem.

Christ’s sacrifice

colors the trees.

 

Here she comes,

Hold your breath,

Like a star before her death!

 

You are my light and my God.

You are my staff and my rod.

Your grace is lovely Jesus

and through Your blood God sees us.

Under the brim his eyes are cool,

as if he were regarding a calf;

Under his shirt his heart’s the hot,

empty pan forgotten in the oven.

Every step he finds his footing.

Slow, the dust barely moves.

 

The diamond in the east blinds the diamonds fleeting.

The dew in his beard reflects it, hence.

The ax handle he leaves at the fence,

Ten paces back.

His breath stays three.

Under his arm are his ribs.

 

Maybe levity crinkles the corners of his eyes.

The cows just stare, they steam.

A hum comes through those lips,

the frequency of October

and blood.

Ten days from now, a song.

His hands are loose,

like rubble after a bomb.