Broken Manifesto

Some free verse this morning, by which I mean afternoon…

Broken Manifesto

Doesn’t matter that you’re imperfect.
Forgive too often and ask
Far more forgiveness than you deserve
Wake up late and promise too much
Give in to the most insistent and not to the most deserving
It’s never too late until it is
So wake up
Remember that you have a spine
Even if it’s a broken one
Remember to stand up and rise to your full height
Even if that isn’t much of a height
That’s why god made combat boots with four inch heels
That’s why god made coffee
And bands with wild riffs and manic drummers
And candles with forgiving virgins on them
Mary Queen of Heaven, supposedly
But maybe she’s really the Magdalene
And either way, she’ll light your way
Until you learn to rise again

Bury The Dead

Seventeen years was too long a fog

Time did not sympathize

Marched on in spite of you

Seventeen years but they

Don’t really matter

Your half life’s your whole life now

The bills still get paid somehow

 

Place on the mantle

An old book, a new rose

The bones are now older

Your days are still numbered

Place on your altar

A candle of mourning

And bury the dead

So that you might still live

 

No one will wake you

With kiss or with curse

You weren’t saved for greatness

You’re no sleeping beauty

All of these years haven’t taught you a thing

Your vampire act

Has gotten quite boring

 

Sleep long enough

And the rest fades away

You are not special

You were just lucky

Place on your altar

A candle of mourning

And bury the dead

So that you might still live