For What It’s Worth

For what it’s worth 
With nothing worth memorializing anniversaries are attempted funerals,
It’s all a filing cabinet of yesterdays and once-upon-a times,
This idea that what you do would immediately count is a tale told for generations,
The soft center of faith is greasing the wheels to make understanding simple, 
Not all answers are available on the spot,

For what it’s worth
With nothing worth memorializing anniversaries are attempted funerals,
It’s all a filing cabinet of yesterdays and once-upon-a times,
This idea that what you do would immediately count is a tale told for generations,

With nothing worth memorializing anniversaries are attempted funerals,
The soft center of faith is greasing the wheels to make understanding simple,  
This idea that what you do would immediately count is a tale told for generations,
Not all answers are available on the spot,

The soft center of faith is greasing the wheels to make understanding simple, 
It’s all a filing cabinet of yesterdays and once-upon-a times,
Not all answers are available on the spot,
For what it’s worth.

Time’s Up

Time’s Up

Feel your way through waves of particularization,
Without intent,
Without thinking,
With desire,
Appetite,
Instinct, and 
Impulse,
meandering in circles,
Leaping gaps
And transgressing borders.

Times up - 
Put up or shut up.

Such excitement 
Wrapped in fright -
Being caught writing love letters
To a time and place
That never was.

Has this happened - 
Subsumed into moments that shuffle
Into an impossible ending -
Or not?