today

fri. feb 24th, 4:30am


My hearts gonna explode into yours
friends

one day.

i was driving home
maybe i had too much to drink
maybe my perception is just too precise now

hearts have been lifted
and i'm here
and i hope you are with me

i was drivin' and cryin'
this is a twenty-somethings winter fucking wonderland

the lights evade us into the evening skies
and we tip toe into the skylines of a city
that shines too bright for us mere men to ever hold

vital is every hand and pair of lips, red and wanting
much more of this
the city of seekers, looking for themselves
by the flickering wicks of inexperience
we all know, two lonely hearts do not make a whole
but baby, it's so damn cold outside and i got no place better to go
atleast we understand each other for this moment
and we are only here in mere moments, you know

we are weary and so aware
of our fragile upkeep here

the young men, how they are handsome
they are bearded like fathers before them,
full of wisdom, in an age long gone from now

i love these handsome young men
just about every last one of them
and my fragility lies in this
being in love with the whole world in such a way

the night sky plastic bags, blowin' in the wind
they were alive in their conditions
dancing for the sake of dancing
such joy was there, for such an otherwise, inanimate thing

and i wonder if i too, am weightless, wandering
so joyous but ever so lonely
blowin' around in this brooklyn wind

mostly, it doesn't worry me much at all
cause i quite enjoy this dancing
though i wonder if i will ever find a still.
and a warmer heart that isn't too lonely to fill
because i filled up my own, long ago
i've just been blowin' around in this brooklyn wind
for something still
but not frozen from blowin' round far too long
like this

the precious white

it's snowing my friends!

and the kids are rolling around in this dainty powder like it was confection sugar on a sunday morning's breakfast.

and it is that, and more.

i'm giggling looking at it. the wind is mighty, and those confection crystals harsh when hitting the face, but nobody seems to mind too much.

it's a snow day, and the kids and grown ups alike are walking
down the middle of the streets. like we lived in a little village in a place far away from here, where no one yells at you for walking in the way of the cars, machines, chugging along in their day.

all the clocks pause their hands, and it's like we're allowed a short leave in this ever transitory earth. like the whole city gets it's soul back, free of the dirt and demands. hearts all wrapped up in this confection sugar.

everybody is smiling. hello my friends.

the humans get the streets back today.

what a sweet little dream.

this evenings prayer

i gotta be up before noon
and the eternal sunshine is
blazing down my moonlit spine

must sleep before the new day catches up to me
for i must be up by the noon hour

and hey!

i look up astrology
at five forty seven in the morning
i have not yet found a time for sleep
for this heart is spinning

out of control

i ate popcorn for dinner
and i will fall to sleep
satisfied with this consumption

because i have expelled
more love than i knew i could

and if any heart could rest sound
it would be
because of this

giving even more
than you were graced with

hallelujah.

save your soul.
hallelujah.

god will grace us all.

at 3:32 in the morning

at 3:32 in the morning, i drive like a careful employee
i stop full at every stop light and turn a full perpendicular at every corner
ninety degrees complete, without so much as veering
into the lane corresponding

at 3:32 in the morning, the taxi wails his horn
i do not jump the light, and hi-jack my acceleration before
the burning green light has been born

i wait with prudence, that i don't ever seem to have
in the far earlier hours of the day

at 3:32 i miss my mother, and my siblings
at 3:32 i give a good friend a ride home, because he needs it
and I go home with the infinite loneliness
to consider my location,
alone

at 3:32, new york city halts and I can digest myself
among the terror and fervor of the purest lost hearts
i can hear the delightful melodies, just beneath the boom
of the burden
of these many,
endless,
recessant
parts

light is of me
good is of you
we shall all come together now
and such soul is finite
and futile
in our boundless decrees
bound, infinitely

you

and

me

the sweetest of all,

you
&
me

here we are.

alone in our own rights
and connected by power lines
and traffic lights

we can laugh at each other's trite fancies
but our blood runs deeper than we'd ever let on.


the sweetest of all.

you & me

here we are.