3 Poems


Now Tell Me, How Good Is It
 
Who hasn’t 
Wanted the other thing 
The better kinder softer
Warmer keep em coming 
A whole list of what have you
And have you not
Got, it’s all just stuff 
Pain and then less pain
And if not for pain
The stuff that comes before it. 
 
Tell me, how bad is it, friend?
That bad, huh. Ok. Here’s what we’re gonna do, we’re gonna wait this thing out 
And then we’re gonna get up off our asses and go find our god
And buy him a round or two
We’ll get it out of him
Why us, god, why us, huh?
 
And if he don’t answer then we have our answer 
It’s me and you, kid
And a thousand and one others who don’t have a clue what to do
 
I don’t want you to believe in the world
I just want you to remember that you have a right to be in it 
Oh, you’re in it
Now we’re talking, you and I
About how bad it is 
But then there’s everything we’re not saying 
We’re coming to it, aren’t we
It’s good just to be able to be here 
And know how bad it is
And tell someone who knows you
Hey, you know me, what I mean? 
 
And I do
And look at that half a moon grinning down
And that old man leaning and laughing himself up on the wind
And this whole damn sorry ass shade of blue town 
Parking lot saints awash in gas station light
Wow wow wow
 
It’s good to talk this stuff out, friend-
Pain is the prayer 
Ain’t nothing the answer 
And it just might be that’s ok
That’s enough. Just might be. 
 
 Now tell me…
 
 

When I Don’t Know the Word I’m Looking For
 
The miracle this morning 
is how I won’t say everything 
I’m thinkin when I’m thinkin it
I’ll think it through
wait it out
there’s a little bit more 
of everything you never got 
coming on down the line
 
it’s just this knot in time
and you can’t undo you
so easily 
trust me, I know
it’s as hard as a mountain 
to let any of these things 
we cling to 
go
 
if it’s useful
it’ll cause some pain
and because I’ve found that if all you do 
is you bang your head against it
you won’t see the glory in your struggling 
 
oh yeah, there is glory in your struggle 
and because the moral of our story 
is only ever revealed to us
in the scrap yards of our own undoing 
we know the things that we know
because we earned a seat at the human table 
 
So, if no one’s told you today
that it’s okay
to be a wreck 
 
hey, it’s ok to be a wreck
to burn like that
just know it ends at the water 
one foot in
and it all begins 
again 
 
to be alive is to be on fire 
and somehow not burn it all down
look around
there’s this pain-in-the-ass blessing over here
this small bit of light over there
 
When you think you can’t find it
let it find you.
 
It finds you.


Let Go, Let Go

One day you’re standing so small in the light
And everyone’s parents in the trailer park fight
For hours and hours no one knows
Is it safe to go home
You’re four or five little friends at the river’s edge
Too small for the words you’ll need in the years ahead
Crossing hearts, shimmy the tree
It’s all the same sky we see

At six, you wonder why Dad doesn’t come home at night
And in the morning you wake to another fight
Climb underneath the table and hug your knees
It’s all the same sky we see

One day you’re so small
And the next you’re not at all
But you’re still prime for the pain
It’s always there, they say
That what you carry is but a cross
Let go, let go

But have you seen the boy
In his awful state
The clothes he wore
When they took him away
Gave him a number instead of a name
It’s all the same sky we see

Nothing you carry can be carried well or alone
Here the river, here the stone
Not alone not alone
Let go let go

I’ll show you how it’s almost done
But never quite
When you’re almost home
Right there in the light
You hear the wind through the fields
Carry the sound of some kid’s parents’ fight
And you hit the ground
And you look around
And you say
Let go let go
It’s all I know
Let go Let go

Let’s go-
Home now.

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