The Cast

The cast wends against the far pool

Sinking into the water

Pulled down

Into the current.

The hook slips above the rocks

Dangling the invitation

As it wades into the rapids

Taking the line further


Until the line taut

Is taken against

The rush

And wound empty

Against the spool.


Again the cast,

And wind into the coil

Brings empty into the air

What smart jaws

Tore from the barbs

And left dull and black

the piercing lip.



When he has come.

And God said it is good.


But we have taken to the wind

sneaking in the night

staking our lives

on what’s left or right

taking what we want

sucking it dry

until the sweet by and by

when Jesus comes

and damns us all

for love we abandoned

cross we denied

the angel came

threw down her barrels

blaring her trumpets

as loud as she could

I sat silent

the angel turned

burning with fire saying




while the Good Lord waited

look what you have done

while the Good Lord waited

while the God lord constrained himself

you desecrated him again.

look now,

how his hands are busy

gathering up his harvest.

where is your lantern

to announce his coming?

for he has come

to thresh you with fire

and you are not ready.

The Countdown


the calls for you.

It sounds like the end.




The countdown’s done.


Drive’s engaged

To the top of the mountain

we’ll find our way

From the valley to the height

I thank God it’s at night.


You took our bags

Without a word

packed the car tight

All this life in a steel cage

Staring at a stop watch.






It happened.

lights turned dead.

At the top of the mountain

Above the acid sky

as stars whistled by


The air went cold

We watched together

glass-eyed above the smokescreen

twisting ground dancing

strobe lights lancing

A promise was made.


Push up and suck in

It feels like a vortex

In the center of my chest

It leaves me breathless

But there is no more

Of what I’ve been denying


Hear the bells

drown them out

they sound like tin cans

blowing in the wind

past power lines

snaking through the void


there’s no going back

and one way forward

in the barrel of a gun

always pointing one direction

from the day I was born

I’ve walked a straight line

I was going somewhere

Always going someplace

Better then here


Feel the pounding on my chest

The screaming in my lungs

The fire in my veins

The ringing in my ears

The tunnels in my bones

The flashlight in my eyes

The wires on my chest

The needles in my skin

The stillness of it all

As I drown in my own pain

I am going somewhere

Always going someplace

But it always was here.


I remember the way

You spoke my name

A whisper in the wind

As I passed your hill

An empty cross

An empty grave

A pool of blood

Still warm on the rocks

A mixture of mine

A mixture of yours

A promise was made

And I’ve kept mine

Now that the light is gone

And the darkness has won

Will the whispers I heard

Usher the kingdom come.

That River

Step on the ice

watch the silver

cut slivers away

in jagged pieces

where my weight

broke the clear

water into dark

currents rushing

into the evening.


stand where

I once stood

feel it’s course

down the mountain

into rivers

and seas beyond

carrying silt and sand

from heights

to depths not fathomed.


sink into darkness

weaves and waves

play underfoot

a tangled symphony

echoing endlessly

from here to there

beyond horizons

not yet discovered

yet waiting so close.


Breathe the air

cold and vicious

untamed and fearlessly

calling out it’s nature

following laws

unspoken yet crying out

turn noisily and step hard

as one not silently done

but enjoined together.


wind and wave

cry and rustle

in the water

and through

the pane of life

into the blood

pulsing in veins

twisted and turned

clean and pure.

Mercy Mildly

I tied a knot

in my chest

it tightens

as day passes

and loosens

again by night

never mind

constant aches

groaning ribs

what follows

hard to swallow

the knowledge

of imperfect


of a perfect


of personality

and movement

into it’s likeness

quiet in mourning

and livid by sight

rage long

and mercy mildly

basking in

cold starlight