i am afraid i have no good words left to write.
i am afraid my dreams are only so because they're what i've seen so far
i am warm and weary with the insistence of complacency
but here is what i now know
poetry is how i speak in tongues.
(it is not always pretty or right
but God makes it holy if i claim it to paper)
we are mostly alone, even with others, and it's not an adequate excuse
no man is God.
life is all sorts of ragtime & complicated jazz chords
and when it's not, you're supposed to add the 9th
unless it's a sunset
or a smile
or the closest you conceive of love
then, you listen.
~ 10/31/10
