Here are the poems I wrote for Little Grill

Jetpack

I would sit here until the end of the world
And watch the colors pass me by
And watch the dust curl up under the blazing sun
Next to a metal trashcan with the steaming lizards
I would sit here with my feet in the water
And stay all alone
With everybody else around
I would sit here and wait for a jetpack
To shoot me off into the cloudless sky
And take me away on a rushing ride
Away from the aching hurt and divide
Away out over the canyons and fields
Where the hemlocks grow without any fear
I would sit here and make a decision
To never ever be one of those people
Who turns into a person who covers their ego
With unfailing attention to keeping up with the Joneses
acting like they rule the world with stuck up noses
I would sit here until the end of the world
And think about the way pizza tastes in the winter
And wait for the trees to come back


Expanded Version of The Lesson

Raise the ire of the storm
And never let it settle
Stir up the thunder of the sea
And watch its rushing revel
Stare into the lion's eyes
with unflinching glare set level
With roaring fangs an inch away
Never once forget your mettle

Take a step to the edge of the earth
Where all the creatures share their birth
In the roaring stew of lava and life
that churns and burns with an unending strife
Which always fights the almighty force
that was breathed into us from heaven's door
the misty breath of everlasting life
that created everything up to the starry skies
And burns on into the night, night after night
and has no chance of defeat in the fight