And what if I told
      you the world was on
           fire like a burning man,
        absorbed in his work,
              painfully turning to
                     productive ash

could this truth light
       the words from your
         lips, warm my
      sentiment as if
                  ignition is perpetually
                       within the scope of
               time like a teacup
           slipped under the table

She was tall
she had brown skin
she was beautiful at night when kansas snowed
casting a long sad white glancing shadow
over the streets
the homes of families
of brick cafés and chinese restaurants that are open 24/7
she has big eyes
and there were rings in her eyes like that of a tree that grew in your dreams
but you never had the time to chop it down
and carve the bark
into eyes of a woman
I had only kissed her once
she had lips like michigan lake's winter waves
and she laughed
trees quivered in the wind at 9pm
and she laughed
snow drizzled from the tall tall unreachable ****** sky
and she laughed
with coffee
with cigarettes that we shared like 1940'd milkshake sweater dress couples
drove in a 500 dollar red beat up jeep
with 4 wheel drive
and the passenger window was unable to roll up or down
we drove to a park that was closed
covered in snow and ice and deer tracks and mud and snapped branches
walked to the docks
of a lake
waters still moving
thick
like olive oil
or whiskey from the freezer
she spelled her name in the snow with her feet
the ducks talked
and I touched the quarters in my pocket
lighting cigarette after cigarette
and she laughed.

I remember a Time
when 4 am meant the night was just beginning
and a half pack of cigarettes meant I was almost out

when a green box with four wheels spelled
F-R-E-E-D-O-M
and those hours inside
were like eons

when the Right Song
at the Right Moment
would leave me quaking

that first Drop
out of my mind and into that pool
and how amazing those camel turkish jades looked
and felt
as the smoke curled in my lungs

when all I wanted,
was to EXPLODE
to burst from all the tension and frustration
the confusion
to lose myself in the midst

I remember the disgust
with It and with Me
burnt out on the great hypocrisies
of the life I'd been given
and all I could do was
Run
Flee
dream of faraway places

the weakness
the overly analytical sensibilities
that brought me to my knees
that led me to tear myself to shreds

and, of course,
always chasing Her
that timeless, ephemeral Her
who would wipe it all away

I remember the betrayal
the way I needed to scream and yell
to make them understand
so I screamed and I yelled
alone, cruising through empty lanes of highway
at night.

the birds
those damnable birds!
always so bright and cheery
as I would come tumbling down
from my fleeting bliss
always wanting to just
keep chasing that peak
that moment, that Feeling
the all encompassing Knowing that
You Are Here Now,
however elusive it may be.

the surging force of unbridled passion and immature love
which consistently left me a burnt out husk
wondering why I'd ever let myself
get so far into that Hole
keep digging, keep digging,
it's got to be down here somewhere.

the elation of extending your ******* to the world
for just a little bit longer,
just a few more songs,
just one more cigarette.
that's all we ever needed to Figure It Out,
whatever It was or may Be.

the realization that 11:00 is the best time of all
never too late, nor too early
more time to play, or to sleep
but we never really slept much at all.

most of all, the Thinking
and thinking
the running round and round in endless circles
here and there, glimpsing a Truth
a fact or flaw,
a philosophy or prophecy
too much, too much.
I shattered.

broke myself into pieces
for Her and for Them
and mostly, for Me

I remember how the drinks
might not have put it back together
but they'd **** well make me forget
that it was broken in the first place

and especially that Bed Rock I hit
where even moving seemed incomprehensible
where nothing made sense
and all the glittering pieces were laid bare

but
The Climb
The Climb!
not without it's trips and stumbles
not without it's regressions;
for every two steps forward,
take one step back.

an ascension, nonetheless
even now, from my vantage point
I can see that hard place
but I still can't see the peak

and I am glad to have crashed
to have broken myself on the crags and the ridges
to carry the gravel in my skin and in my bones

extra weight for my climb;
strength training for the mind.
and now I know I
in a way that can't be learned from simply skating by
eventually,
the ice will break.

I saw things in black and white
How shall I see the road clearly with all this mist in front of me covering the paths of right and wrong
At first I thought all hope was gone,until I met you

As if sunshine and rain got
together to play a trick on poor
cloud