Monday, August 20, 2007

The Day is Coming

My apron will be tossed
willy-nilly,
strings dancing,
across the counter.

My ticket book
will join it,
mid-flight,
holding hands
preparing for a rough landing.

My shirt tail
will fly from my belt's grasp,
my stomach
may make an appearance.

The door will be pushed
and opened.

And I,
I,
will fly free.

-wdv
August 20, 2007

Thursday, August 16, 2007

A Writing Playlist

Pen to Paper

1. Radiohead - "Karma Police"
2. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - "Emily Jean Stock"
3. Pedro the Lion - "Bad Things to Such Good People"
4. The Arcade Fire - "Intervention"
5. Cat Power - "Cross Bones Style"
6. Beck - "O Maria"
7. Tom Waits - "Soldier's Things"
8. Starflyer 59 - "Can you Play Drums?"
9. Smog - "Say Valley Maker"
10. Magnetic Fields - "I Don't Believe in the Sun"
11. The Mountain Goats - "See America Right"
12. Creedance Clearwater Revival - "Long as I can see the Light"
13. Modest Mouse - "Bukowski"

Saturday, August 11, 2007

86 Greivances

Spent 17 years
chasing my father's dream,
a preacher man,
brother love.
Sweated beneath stacks:
Bibles, guides, studies.
Guilt, fear, control.
Learned things I'd always known:
The Fall.
My sin.
The fix
is in.
Woke up to a suit and tie,
polyester at that,
fingers pointed:
at the door,
at my face,
the jig was up,
my eyes were open.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

My first love
draped over my arm,
dark-theater movie watching.
"It's over."
Into the field outside,
my cries and tears
the world's to mock,
I charged.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

That first semester of college,
a man of faith
reduced to
the token Christian,
I sat in fear,
each class
a challenge.
Bit by bit,
chipping away at my Cornerstone,
my foundation,
my hope,
faith.
A battlefield each classroom.
A warzone-worth of carnage.
Capitulation of all
but a mustard seed.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

He lay in that bed,
cold as the bite of frost
first dawn of winter,
my brother for 19 years.
His face contorted,
legs kicking,
voice muttering dark, deathly words.
A movie in my mind
the memories:
the bullying childhood,
the last fight,
the best friend role to soon fill.
"David,
David,
why do you kick against the pricks?"
His life,
steadily beeping away on that machine
until the batteries ran out.
And so
he faded away,
fog on a rapidly-warming March morning.
Boiling away in his own sauce,
a stew not quite finished
but bowled, plated and served regardless.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

A marriage,
a solemn, time-tested vow,
an exchange of rings.
I saved myself until that day.
Readiness and excitement
emptied into disappointment
until the river went dry
and the lake became stagnant.
The storm clouds
crowded into the landscape,
but no rain fell
and love died.
Twisted, mangled wreck
of what have might have been,
now a paper
with two names
and a judge's seal.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Too many differences,
too many questions,
but, gladiator-like,
I charged martyrdom-destined.
We built on what we had,
a life raft in a world of ocean.
A baptism.
A family rift.
A confession.
A tear-stained end.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Fighting alone.
5 days of night.
2 of peace.
5 days of night.
Bed-ridden,
fearful of Death's whisper,
the creaking floor boards,
my brother's fate.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

A vision given.
A calling received.
A lifetime of service
shortened to 3 years.
Lonely, solo,
year 3.
Clinging to ledges,
my thoughts and opinions
too heavy for the dirt,
falling.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Crushing my fears

this woman,
a friend,
but desire for much more.
8 years of waiting
for the ring,
and that night it came.
Into 4 days: a lifetime of desire poured.
A waterfall.
A dam break.
A river unchecked
filling time-cracks and crannies,
rushing rushing rushing
into the rocks.
A choice made,
a chemical dependent returned,
a 5 state trip,
too many sobbing rings.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

There is nothing new
under the sun.
Just reruns
shown so often
that we know the lines
by heart.
Chicken Little,
I am.
"The sky is falling!"
"The sky is falling!"
But it crushes us,
just and unjust
alike.

The Lord giveth,
The Lord taketh away,
Blessed be the name of the Lord.

-wdv
August 7-9
Job 1:21
Matthew 5:45

HMS Angela

Happy birthday to me,
for my love was born
this day,
26 years ago.
She lept into the world,
feet pumping,
heart churning,
sails full,
destined for my arms.


It was no easy trip,
nor quick.
No smooth sailing,
but storms,
on all sides,
assailed.

Her ship tossed,
her sails tattered,
the journey to her port of safety,
paved through squalls,
rogue waves beset.

But,
as all sailors do,
she ignored the weather,
sealed her leaks,
and sailed on.

Ports visited,
each one tested,
but not home.
Ports exited,
flags flown high,
headed home.

A ship christened
26 years before,
now safely docked,
the search for home now complete,
a journey of discovery just begun.


-wdv
August 11, 2007