Stained Glass Clues

You came as usual in your blues
arranging some stained glass poetry
leaving us your candy colored clues.
What are you trying to say?
Coming into my sleep and puzzling
the group this way?
I don't know why I think it a surprise.
You've been making violet puzzles
for the last 10 years in your eyes.

The Wrath of Leviticus 12:5

Mama, why weren't you there to slap God around
When he decided to frown on me today?
Sometimes I think if I could join you out there
We'd tell him what's up and where
he could go when children go hungry.
I wonder what you'd say.
If I called you up crying and swearing
about this godforsaken day.
Is this some sort of sign,
saying, "follow the law and let your dreams resign"
As if it were some great scheme in God's profound design?
I find it hard to believe
you would leave me here and let this man decide.
But I don't know if you were taking a break,
watching the soaps, or frying an egg
when I tried to tune you in today.
Mama, where did you go when I was in a bad way?

If I Had a Nickel, I'd Have a Nickel.

They say this place is like the soft-ball stage
With a low burning point for my marshmallow legs
But I'm going down with the hard-crack ways
Of the hard-boiled eggs in this soft-ball place.
The nightmare is this:
I forget one day that I actually have a brain
and that I even used it one day.
But don't ask me what for, because I really can't say
It must have begun in an innocent way
with me "click click click clicking" my braincells away.
This is success? Well that's what they say.
But in my book at least, it comes down to pay.
And the pay off for me living life your way
is that one day
I'll wake up with a bank account bursting at the seams
at the expense of the threads of my life unwound in streams.
But what have we really created?
At the end of the day,
A high IPO and a merger that may
unwind more threads that join the fray
of the soon to be ocean of stones in gray.