Deep Gut Revelation

Deep gut revelation,

don’t abandon me now.

Tell the truth:

Am I able?

Am I worthy?

Am I justified to know how?

Sing it.

Bring it.

Look me in the eye.

Deep gut revelation,

don’t leave me dry.

Spill the beans:

Am I fit?

Am I apt?

Am I to be trusted to know why? 

Deal it. 

Feel it. 

Say it like it is.  

Fall

You, Fall,

I find disturbingly persistent

in pushing my summer daze down the road,

in sticking your nose in my heated business,

stepping on my tan toes,

dirtying my crystal water with filthy leaves.

Do me a favor, Impeder,

sit down, drink your coffee, and wait your turn.

You represent nothing but change,

and I’m not interested.

BAF