Go ahead

and be radical

Love this world

exactly as it is

its everything dark
and its everything light

its everything wrong
and its everything right

its all that we are
beyond our own sight

Whatever is not
As we once wanted
As we lose and long
and dream

And whatever is
Which will be missed
In the years to come
As we look back
With a different sort of longing

The fire which burns beside me
Inside me
Around me
And the smoke
Of this day

Which becomes the sky
Just as the ash becomes earth
The breaking of a heart
So to speak

And the mending
Of some cracks
Or Scars
Or a newfound window
To some world
Whose existence

We knew nothing of
Well,
What it is
For me right now
And whatever it is for you, too

May this poem be enough

I’ve become the monkey

You see now?


             this blue sky...


Or,


              Red blood.


Perhaps hard


               you need not try

Which world do these words even come from?
And Who or What answers?
          It could be nothing or no one at all

Rain lands steadily, here, where I am today
bounding upon a thirsty blanket of green
          Mouths wide open

There is music born from loneliness
though I don't find myself wishing such feeling
on anyone or anything
unless
unless it is required of you
unless your imagination is in need of a nudge
          
          In which case
          forget not
          fly nowhere
          escape and run
          from nothing at all