don't feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
"love."

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don't feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

I watched the birds fly above the hilltops and steady cliffs.

I saw the sky fade from aqua blue to sunburst orange then to a deep purple.

I felt the ground below me massage every crevice I couldn't touch.

I realized right then and there that everything was going to be okay.

I won't smite anyone
when the wretched *****,
that is life,
comes to take what's
rightfully hers.

I won't even ask
to be forgiven
or recognized
for everything
I have done.

I hold the weight
of all whom once lied
before me.

              When can I let it go?
     When can I let go?

We'll paint
the world
pastel red
and sing
songs as
the world
falls apart.
       And I'll remind
you that
you're absolutely
beautiful when
we take our
last breaths
       And although
I was never
able to
write every
moment
and paint
every horizon
we've rested
our time upon.
      I'd like to
think that
I made you
the happiest you
could ever be.

I almost
forgot to
tell you
about
how the
stars
shine off
your smile
and the
setting sun
looks better
in your
pale blue
eyes.
and all
of the
woods and
desserts,
I'll set it all
on fire.
      And we'll
burn together
never questioning
how it could
have been.