This Time


this time

the never
ending pain is
so bad that life

becomes a
very bad movie
starring me but I

can’t walk out
because I want
to know what

happens and
how it ends
whereas hope

looks forward
and up not back
and down

faith looks
past the pain
when I’m not able

hoping that the
movie will get better
or at least end well

this time

Between Shows


The other night,
I had just finished
watching something
or other and found

myself between shows.
The words floated then
formed in my mind—my
life is between shows.

No way I want to go
back; no idea what is
ahead. I can’t count
the times I was dead

certain about what
was next, what was
coming, or about love.
Wrong every time.

Hope was a train wreck
looking back. Decades
of deserted track. But
the train never stops;

I never arrive. Don’t
you see? The train
never stops; I never
get on. My life is

suspended

between shows.