What do you do
When all around you
are fools
and sheep
and worse?
You sing.
You dance.
You paint.
You write.
You show there is another way,
Or follow that way, never to return.
Don’t let them beat you.
Just play the game,
Play it
Till it’s done.
I
Am
Pretty
Fucking
Awesome.
Love,
me
A million secrets
whispering all at once.
Lover’s farewells
And
Children’s prayers.
All fall tonight
On my nose
And my lips.
A chance,
A beginning.
Hope
Magic.
Slides in
Quietly
With the breeze
With the breeze.
Such majesty is
Common place,
Like the wind
Like the wind.
The wind that knocked down my city
Like a twig
Like a twig.
But the NYC is poppin’
Like a dream
Like a dream.
Big fat half moon rolls in
Like a dream,
Like a dream.
Ed Koch is dead
With a dream,
With a dream.
Peace out ’86,
Like a dream,
Like a dream.
“Wild nights are my glory”.
– A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeleine L’Engle.
Time travel
To distant memories-
Not so distant.
A girl walks into the fog
The boy follows,
hungry.
A feast awaits
But afterwards the
clouds clear,
the fog lifts and,
Some things slip out
that should not.
Some things fall in,
unexpected.
Good things…
Bad things…
All, just things:
fixed moments, or
tattered feelings.
a stranger’s embrace, or
a lover’s scorn.
Continuing Endlessly
Blessing Eternally
Teaching Ephemerally
Life, Experimentally
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