I glimpsed a man
I'd always seen
But I really saw him
Today. Saw the
Furrow betwixt
His eyebrows
And the relentless
Tapping of his fingers
Against hand-me-down
Blue jeans. Today,
I really saw,
And I could tell
From the way
He moved
That he yearned,
Hungered, and
Wanted something
With a desperation
I couldn't begin
To understand.
Compared to
Him, I merely
Existed. He
Was alive
In every sense
Of the word.
He knew what
He wanted and he
Knew how to get
It. He was following
The path to his goal
With such an
Unwavering
Determination
That I knew
Heaven and hell
Would scramble
To his aid.
I don't know
What it is he
Wanted, but I
Know it wasn't
Me. I wanted him,
But I couldn't
Possibly want him
The way he wanted It.
I couldn't clone,
Reproduce, or
Replicate his
Desperate craving.
I could not be
That fully alive,
That awakened,
That aware of
What I craved.
But what I did
Want was for
Someone to see
Me as clearly
As I glimpsed him
In that moment.

I don't mean to be so crazy
I just love you
More than I understand

We are taught what to believe as children,
So maybe that's why,
People defend their religion,
With the same fervor they defend their economic system.

Yes it's true
There was a time we held hands and cried
There was a time her lights guided us into the unknown
There was a time with the ukulele on the roof
And we all wore those green pants
And vomited while her grandfather slept in the basement
There was a time with sharpie and antiques
Holes in our heads
And babies that were kind
Snow and sun ceased to shimmer
from the yells of rebellion
Bare feet and carpet friction
Pine tree ink on toes
We hushed the fire
The guitar speaks best after midnight
And the fall articulates with a resounding whisper
Of nervous hands touching in your mother’s car
Like once the sun goes down we all go mad
And teenage years squirm out of the grasp
Of slowly stilling blood
There was a time where we all looked up
And saw endless navy
Snakes in lakes
And ignorant love trapped beneath the tide
There was a time
I braided her hair
And told her to never cry over her freckles
We slept on cots and bugs and dreams
In the night the wolves were louder than
her slowly decaying soul
But now three years later
It’s the only song left in my mind

rule of thumb? play stupid. rule of index? play well versed. rule of pinky? play aristocratic. rule of middle? go away i’m about to wash myself. rule of ring-f? i’m married, i’m not young anymore, don’t bother me, my wife wouldn’t approve; bacon has to sizzle when i get home, i need bothersome intestines digestion via the nearest media outlet of bored tourists who only spoke the native tongue when licking post-stamps for the postcards.*

this is the modern world...
we can’t experience dialectics anymore...
we can’t...
we can have the experience of exchanging opinions,
but due to our connectivity
we experience antelectics... before ****...
and when engaging in “dialectics” we oddly agree... alsways...
i fear there is no dialectical sensation left in us...
it’s just monolectical... we know two sides,
we know one side opposses the other...
“we know one side is superior to the other,”
not really... we just encapsulated this assertion
without dialectical investigation...
it’s the opposite of dialectics...
it’s solipsistic dialectics... monolectics...
where’s the identified to answer when not being identifiable?

When we were two I guess that  tried
But somehow along the way to our happy little dream it up and died
We took a break and lost all that made us glow inside
For heaven's sake when we were two
There was talk at times about our marriage
Two white horses pulling a golden carriage
Time had us wave goodbye and that's to bad
Wiser and older now both of us
But left so sad