Is there a problem?

Police officer on a bike.
Woman, late 40's.
standing right by my car
yaking on a cell phone.
nervously looking out the window.
Crap.
Is she gonna give me a ticket?
Am i parked in a red zone?
no
white zone?
no
blue zone?
Do they even have those?
um.....no
Is there a problem lady?
Your makin me nervous!
She drives away.
Her boyfriend probably called her.

Why Woman?

No need to draw on your face,
we can still see your eyes behind the mask.
caked on and running
you cant hide the scars and cracks.
Your lips may sing
but your heart is bleeding
fingernails too long,
you cant work with the earth
plastic inside
plastic ouside
your fake.
What happened to your hair?
It used to flow wild, and you adorned it with flowers,
now you defile it with dyes and fake exstensions.
What happened to the sun on your skin?
You used to bask and lay in the fields,
now you expose yourself to a machine and sprays.
What happened to your clothing?
It used to be elegant and modest, now you swipe cards
to buy jeans that dont fit and dresses that are too short.
What happened to your body?
It used to be full and beautiful,
your withering away because of a face
you saw in a magazine.
What happened to your voice?
It used to speak of things liberal, things true.
Now you smack gum and rant about designers
and pedicures.
What happened to your man?
You used to love with your whole-heart,
used to breath life into his lungs,
now hes gone,
with a skank from the office.
While you sit on your bathroom floor tears
melting in your ralph lauren.
What happened to your children?
You used to strap them to your back and
hold back the storms of chaos,
now you pay others to feed the fruit of your belly.
now you push professers to teach what you should.
now you give air instead of love, paper instead of wisdom.
now you send off instead of welcome.
What happened to your grace?
You used to charm suiters with such air and dignity,
now you love for money,
give to pigs,
What happened to your respect?
You used to hold your self high,
walk straight and proud,
now you fill yourself with cheap liquor
and crawl on the ground.
Why Woman?
What happened to you?

Post-Freedom

Edge of your seat,
sippin on La Croix.
Limp doll hangin on
a hook in your closet.
Fingers dancing over strings
Greasy hair,
acomplishment.
Bad Breath and
a smile to get you
through the day.
Jittery nerves
and traffic commin
off E 1st and Booney.
Garbage bags piled high
and a cracked coffee mug to
make you cry.
Dogs peeing on road signs
wood rotting like the brain cells
in your head.
You cut your lip on the
can, blood staining your palms.
Lady in a wet suit
laughing at your mistakes
A record player skipping,
skipping, skipping.
Boozers, stoners,
People just messin a round.
Climbing to the top,
falling to the bottom.
A man pulling warm bread
outta the oven.
and your still on the edge of your seat,
sippin, dippin, trippin on
La Croix

I want...

I want to hold your hand in the car.
And see your smile in the morning.
I want to find a forest and run through it with you.
I want to drive in a random direction and see where the road takes us.
And sleep under the stars wrapped in your arms.
I want to sing with you and wash dishes.
I want to wear your shirts
And turn off our phones for days.
I want to preach right beside you, in villages, in small towns, in different countries.
I want to read the bible with you
And get distracted in some indepth research.
I want to plant a garden with you.
I want to use the vegetables and herbs to cook you meals.
And watch old movies when it's cold outside.
I want to dance in the rain with you.
I want to leave the windows bare
And let the moonlight spill in.
I want to restore furniture with you.
I want to sell bread with you.
And use the money to support our pioneering.
I want to introduce you to my family.
I want to see their faces light up
And the realization of loving you hit them like it's hit me so many times.
I want to go to conventions and assemblies with you.
I want to take notes with you and be the ones to start the round of applause after every talk.
And laugh at the teenagers that go cruising during intermission.
I want to take your nephews to the park.
I want to teach them guitar.
And dress them up as pirates.
I want to brag about you.
I want to be yours forever.
And i know.....it's gonna happen eventually.