number 1

you have to be odd to be number 1.

smoke

she offered me hope
but all I got was smoke
and mirrors, I suppose
reflected truth all along

no one to blame but me
my fault, no receipt
nice jersey, wrong team
I should watch what I believe

smoke got in my eye
ash got in my eye

carrion

Bedside or roadside, life ebbs then subsides
Bleeding from inside, drivers all just pass by

Yesterday or previous, part of some great ‘what was’
Vultures circle up above, ashes to ashes then dust

Newborn to carrion, I mourn while I tarry some
While life ends and new pretends, I will carry on.

dawn of night

Look both ways before you cross the street
Don’t drop your left and move your feet
Mind your elders, your ma’ams and sirs
Always fear God, nice guys finish first