Monday, January 28, 2013


As you eat, you are eaten
Consumer, consumed
The lesser fleas dine
Shall I order your wine?

— January 23, 2013

Sunday, January 20, 2013


Yesterday, beneath the cold winter sun
I forgot your name
There was a time when I knew it
When I spoke it in joy
When the words “great” and “legend”
Shimmered around it
Yesterday, there were different words
And your name was forgotten

Before you were born
On days beneath the warm summer sun
We would stand
One foot touching ground
The other strapped in with our hopes
To pedals poised
And waiting for the flag to drop

As the crowd flashed by
With our gathering speed
Your name was an unborn dream
That one day, a native of our soil
Would glide beneath the Arch
Arms raised high
That our flag would wave above you
As the first to wear the Yellow
Since our fathers were young

Now, the crowds are silent
Still pictures of glory undone
History, lifted from the pages
And scattered to the winter winds

— January 20, 2013