Maker of cheap tricks
Sharp rejoinders me plenty
Serializing
working unentitled
you ingrained soft brains with incorporated lines
bent backs bear the red raised scars left behind
by the chipped wet whips of an iron machine
I Am A Hand-Crafted Human
catapult a million globules
trickle down, pool up, vibrate, rise and seed
capture a photon in your nucleus
fly like a bat out of hell, fall
dive into the liquid face of your intruder
more powerful than you realize
more responsible than you you'd like
is your hand for creation and destruction
conservation, redemption
for delicate balance, and tension
reflect that good year, blimp and build
deflect that hopeless fear, and yield
to love, to life, to brokenness redeemed
to goodness revealed, to home
to promises and covenants so nearly run over
detect that good design, original intention
reject that wandering ride, don't fail to mention
positively enthroned tales of truth and beauty
deep-root preservatives, divinely endorsed
borne on watchers wings, of holy origin
hatch not, rather simply launch anew
Love's singular campaign strategy stands
on old pillars and ancient precepts
work is for living and life is for loving
and you are a hand-crafted human.



















