since I wept poems freely,
from rise to set,
every breeze, every minute, each bladed grass,
a creation-emotion overtaking

the residue is
every pen dry,
every pencil nubbed,
every free and white
piece of paper,
even all the napkins,
Picasso scribbled

but this one compelled to
rise and set,
before you placed
with a gratitude that
needs no explaining,
a poem,
first and knighted as

Camaraderie

a tired, benighted idea,
oft expressed,
that cannot be contained,
swelling up, chest burn bursting
and it's not yet 600am

but the sun demands
payment for admission to this
morning's performance,
which will never be rebroadcast

so in humility, I
offer up this scrap,
in hopes it earns me
one more show tomorrow
pleasing him,
by pleasing you

we write with many motives,
but this ticket is
for my friends here,
genuine camaraderie that is holy,
sourced from holy water,
"straight from the water"*
within our physical selfs

your arm unasked slung
over my shoulder,
your words my inspiration,
your demands, none,
other than give a listen

which is no demand,
but sweet sugar daily,
crazy stupid flooded
teary-eyed
through words care crafted,
I have found so many
gentle kind
that without hesitation,
I find myself blessing us all
by repeatedly uttering
Hallelujah!

in the quiet construction of man
different parts,
assembled, evolutionary designed,
even mostly, interchangeable,
you know their names,
the alphabet of our bodies

none of them any good,
separated, divided,
only in combination,
can the ineffable factor,
or whatever you,
choose
to call it,
sneak in and embolden it
with glorious humanity

which comes unique to each,
though they call it common,
since we are of one plan,
no better than each other,
yet each of us a distinct district

this mismatched 
compare and contrasting miracle,
is where
my waking thoughts,
my ineffable factor,
take this body,
this quiet construction,
the shell of him,
observes the "sovereign sun"
coming from under the water
in its preeminence,
to give new names to newborns,
day, world and more
humanity