Express Religion

Religion in sound bite form

Looses something

From the depth

Of a northern light

To the quick selling

Famine

Plight

Not even good

Or alright

Express religion

In its cheapest form

Saving Graces

Saving graces

Running all over the human

Race

From one to another

Just a word can redeem

What was once lost

But now back

In seen

Up Town

On the town

Their is a place

To go

When the world grows

Weary in your eyes

When the sun rises

Feelings anew

Coffee in New York City

Is the best place to remember

That life is a continuum

Of the new and old

When the world looks back

To say thanks

For all you have grown

Sick Shoes

Sick shoes

Nothing new

On the road

Out of fuel

Hold on tight

As the fever passes through

Saturday Sun

Saturday sun

Fades to a Sunday moon

All comes up

And gone too soon

Days filled with autumn fall

Upon my eyes

Not one

But all

Water on the Parking Lot

In a parking lot

West of town

Water falls

Straight down

Into the puddle

On the ground

Into the swells all around

Up Sale

Work it up

All night long

Make the late night goers

Hope in the up sale

Goes all the way up

The Infamous English Muffin

The infamous English muffin

Was no muffin at all

It was a disguise

Of disgust

I had in my eyes

Tuesday Conversations

Tuesday conversation

In a rainy way

Make for a late night

After a long day

Into the morning

I go

With a new conversation

Being told

In Plain Sight

Over the hedge

In plain view

What was stolen

Was witnessed by me

And you

No doubt cast

Over the shadow

Of memory

What happened in that

Moment in history

Will live forever

In infamy