I collect clouds
They belong to you
Chaotic and sprouting youth
Trying to make you love me
Come travel my spine
Drift into my dreams

My tattered fingers are the stems of peace
I'll be your anchor when you need
When I first saw your arctic eyes I was in disbelief
As a kaleidoscope  thundered in my heart
Your anemic strips of hair disheveled and free
Your face a porclein ivory with lips I think I knew
As my tongue tangled inside my own
The very warmth of your words perforated my wind
I still envision your lips generous yet new

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the
gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.