poems

they all go nuts
running and dancing in aisles
hands raised with shouts of:

VICTORY!
VICTORY!
VICTORY!

the great show of enthusiasm
lasts right up until the restaurants
start to close for the night
then this holy horde will dine in
with their most unholy children
and order salads, soups, streaks and
more bread! always more bread!

with swollen stomachs and satisfied spirits
they will raise their hands to shout:

THE CHECK! THE CHECK! THE CHECK!

you were gone
but here you are
at my front door
telling me
you were wrong
and that I
was missed

strange to be
on this end
for once

trying to remember why I quit
just put it away one day
and forgot about it until now
but this is nothing new
I-ve done it thousands of times
and the days happen without notice
and a month expires and a year later
the Bible still sits on the shelf
do wish I was more consistent
perhaps a few mornings passages
but I hate the person I become
when my devotion deforms into habit