Show me yours
The Energy
Behind your ideas
Your love of what is
With that sprightly mind
Boost our hopes
Of importance
In something that isn't
Create it within
Your cells
Show me yours
How we can be
More
Than what is without
The mark of your
Enthusiasms

It's raining outside
There's no one about
Just droopy eyes
and forever shade
Pushing deep breaths
Into a wet shiver
That wash clean
The salty drops
Of  a morning empty
Except the shiny dew
Of when I met you.

Just to be
Beneath a sea
Of ice and whiskey

Atop a bar
Somewhere far
Madagascar

Or, Miami Beach
Within arm reach
Or to beseech

My new friend
To go round the bend
To find the token

See the sight
Spend the night.
Get in a fight

All on a plane
Hills in the rain
The palm of some Jane

F'ever roam
Never home
Only a Stone

A black mark
Forever Dark
On my life's chart.

They are there
Under the stoop
With a brown paper bag
The familiar buzz
A mother's gift
Grandfather's watch
With a familiar tock
Rocking on high
With familiar cries
Smiling now in spite
of what's wrong
Or what's right.

I can see the wheel turning
The consciousness
Churning
There is nothing else here
No choice but what is
Down deep in his
Soul
Buried deep in his brain
Tis but a grain
Called the truth
Of our being

When you are engaged
In a practice of whole,
Concentrated madness
Where nothing else
Is with you. Now.
This is real life.

Otherwise,
Shut it off
Impulses fire
In lies and ire
Only to Keep
You Home.