Show Poem / Dec. 10, 2021, KC, MO (The Brick): Please be aware

The old man that you shake you stick at 
May be on fire 

The pain shooting through his knees
Seeps into a babies bottle 
A mother’s breast he had to fight for
Sleeps beneath the ground 
Preserved like a hidden science experiment 

There is nothing in the world
That cannot be beautiful and sad
The rush of picking a side 
Overshadows the main dish 

Who loosened all lids on the salt shakers 
Who left the refrigerator door open
Who’s footprints are these in the butter

Could there be such a thing 
As a mindful meat cutter? 
Could we eventually see 
With the eyes we are born with? 

I see many worlds dancing and 
Many worlds asleep 
Many worlds dreaming 
Dreaming of wakefulness 
Dreaming of sleep 

Show Poem/ Dec. 3, 2021, Lawrence, KS (Replay Lounge): Today I write the poem down

But that doesn’t make it more or less
Than the poetry of any other moment

When I see a silent leaf drifting through
An unseasonably warm December sky
It is no different than a mob of young sexpots
Tearing up a dance floor on a Friday night

Regret is a shortcut for the rich path of uncertainty

It ends where it begins

But it’s sugar has us dipping our tails
Into its sweet and bottomless wells
Chasing our own stories over page after page
Scrolling ahead in a book that has yet to be written

Engage your ass as rudder not a carrot or a stick
Invite the ghost of radical uncertainty
Into your bungalow of shifting sand

Hitch a ride on this wave of destruction
And rejoice in the salty tears
Of unqualified compassion