Patience and Faith.
Faith
and
Patience.
fantastic concepts indeed
but they don’t really
help
me
in the
HERE
and
NOW.
What of the Moment,
if we wait?
but
the wise Witch in the deep forest
and
the old sagacious son on the mountain
preach it.
and I guess they know,
right?
Pain comes,
pain never goes.
but
that is not so horrible.
pain is the seasoning
for the joys to come.
so fire up the oven,
a grand feast awaits us all.
today-
this evening,
I was filled with joy.
actually I was overjoyed,
basking in my light.
(I still am,
right now)
it does not need to be
part of me everyday.
joy flows
joy jolts
joy goes.
I remember that now.
life is a wheel.
and right now
I’m on top,
and loving it.
Inherent in all New Yorkers resides basic talent for offering medical or emotional advice to those in need.
Its true.
One morning walking along Caton Avenue on my way to the subway, I glanced behind me to my right, having been startled by an unusually aggressively honked horn from a man in a pick-up truck, most likely on his way to a construction site. The object of the vehicle’s boisterous blast was a thirty-something, lanky bearded fellow with glasses. He was not diddling a smartphone, or chatting with a friend, nor was he being willfully disrespectful of the ton of steel hurtling towards him… The man was just kinda, day dreaming.
“Drink some Fuckin’ Coffee!” the man in the truck yelled at him as he drove by.
I thought that was very considerate advice.
New Yorkers care.
On a road internal
there is a hiccup.
it
causes a giggle
inside.
or is that
the Universe,
laughing at me
Again.
She likes to laugh at me
when I’m most serious
and focused.
I’ll dance with you
sweet Arachne.
We will waltz and salsa,
and tango.
we can even
do the wop.
but,
my laughing giddy Cytherean Wonder,
we dance down This Road.
or we don’t dance at all.
Hey buddy
how are you?
what are you doing here?
isn’t it a nice tree?
like a cradle
in the sky.
I miss my mom.
do you miss yours?
what are we doing here?
I prefer a crawfish to a chicken bone
but,
we ain’t got none.
this is a nice tree.
I hope they don’t chop it down
like my other favorite tree.
they chop down a lot of trees.
I don’t like that.
but I like trees.
oh shit, quiet!
it’s ‘Gus, you know,
Killer G.
he ate my momma.
Kicks you in the mouth
and spits on your pride.
Defecates next to your pillow
and always,
always makes you cry.
But you want more
because,
Love
is real.
you want more because,
you forgot
from where
Love really comes?
from where
You really come?
So you kick,
and spit,
And you shit.
Because
in her eyes
you find that Love…
Because,
inside
you find no
thing.
and so you cry,
and i cry,
and we cry
alone.
be making bitches crazy.
true story.
now
i know
what I knew
before
but forgot.
Sorry Babe
I strayed
for not too long,
but long enough.
won’t you come whisper
in my ear,
the next Great American novel,
or a fluff-piece,
exposé?
it matters not
just let me know
that you forgive me
and my wandering ways.
aMuse me,
One
Last
Turn.
i need you
to find
me
Hangovers and Pancakes.
Trees and tall foreign birds.
I return
to capture past victories
only to realize the defeat
of me,
in me.
Brazilian babes shouting.
Robin
talking to me
about shoes,
or clothes….
I don’t remember…
because
it was was Robin fuckin’ Williams.
Best day of my fuckin’ life.
But.
I am here
now
Again.
Not my best day.
But a good day.
A damned
Good day.
Love
Lust
Life…
MEAT.
All fighting inside of me.
All
Losing.
But
I
Win,
when I submit.
to you.
When darkness
came
crowding in
leaving no room for solitude,
he looked up
and
believed,
in me.
So I do too.
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