Ever Won a Spelling Bee?Have you ever had your heart stretched across an oceanMore Like This
or settled for the red ribbon?
When was the last time you told your best friend your life story
or planted an apple tree?
Have you ever invited the man next door over for a home cooked meal
or been there for somebody... for real?
When was the last time you kept a secret from yourself
or put a picture of your dad on the shelf?
Have you ever blamed your problems on the man above
or hidden from the one you love?
When was the last time you watched the sun come up
or filled your collegues coffee cup?
Have you ever laughed when you ran out of tears
or confessed to your dog all of your fears?
When was the last time you thanked your nameless bus driver
or defended a helpless stranger?
Have you ever saved a little girl's cat from the highest limb
or told your brother you love him?
When was the last time you climed that tree in the back yard
or caught your sister completely off guard?
Have you ever taken the hand of the stranger on the dance
Exoskeleton BluesA thick-wrapped night, where fog,More Like This
like weeds, had sprung
and drowned Decatur Street,
'cept for a few lit eateries;
spitballs of dotted light.
A figure, running
like The Man was licking
at its neck, a teary ribbon
down its cheek a-dripping
pooling at the throat.
Wet, rib-shaking sobs blew lungs
already straining from the run,
my heart a rabid, raving felon
hammering his bars.
His prints still smeared across my wrist,
his voice an earworm drilling fast
into my brain, I dove into the mist:
a veil of doors.
A girl, a boy, I could not care,
had it been Jesus standing there
arm interlinked with that bold whore
who'd sworn himself to me.
A thousand thoughts rose in my blood:
a convent, poison, all too good
and none would help, just armour, hard
all over, 'gainst such treachery.
The cry came high: a choirboy scream.
My heels scraped gravel as the moan
grew stronger. Veiled in Chartreuse, swarming
solid mists advanced.
The Feu-Fo-Lay, my mother said,
when I was younger, in my bed,
will get you.
We are Going to Live ForeverWe are Going to Live ForeverMore Like This
by Cody Dean Thomas
Mans best friend meets tragic end.
The story's sad but true.
The newspaper's won't headline this.
Need not the world be blue.
For its the man who misses him,
and the world has nothing to do.
Long life lived, but not long enough.
The man asks, "why friend must you leave?"
For childhood dreams tell of endless life,
Of games of catch and retrieve
Heaven has a place for dogs,
With endless bones to bury.
No need for weary legs my friend,
You can now run endless prairie.
Who will greet me when home I come?
The ball lays in the grass .
Memory haunts the faded senses,
And love will never pass
You feared the day would come soon boy,
Off to college to learn the trade.
You know you would be gone then,
You miss those days you played.
Goodbye Lucky, I love you.