It was the simple joy
that comes
when struck for the first
time by the world
the world and my ideas!
the world and my expectations!
the world and my darkly routes!
it was the joy of stepping out
on the limb of the 21st century
underneath the lamppost
and shivering in the cold air
altogether free and set loose
with the world
as my own personal halo
the world and my inconsequential philosophies!
the world and my dreamlike body!
the world and my lyrical noise!
– the joy that comes
from an unexpected encounter…
philosophies
Once written on 8.13.09
A night becomes clouded as we sometimes say ‘things happen’ abstractly, indifferently that it is suddenly August 2009 a veil of intellectualism is lifted a human face looks up mine, yours, whatever there are clouds, ideas, philosophies up there we look down, you, me, whatever barren reality wooden window frames dusty desks, unsharpened pencils feeble light, organic darkness you see the dark it doesn’t have a name then there is real silence scattered coins uncharged cell phones a sleeping wife that it hits you, me, what you will it is August 13th 2009 what a feeling.