She tells me she can’t write anymore
I know that isn’t true
I see her poems and they are pretty good
Better than most
She says she’s lost her spark
And justifies her own astrology
To me
Yesterday
I saw a blue bud light can aluminum
Rolling down Dix highway
Looking like a sapphire jewel sparkling
I almost misspelled jewel
I feel like my eyes are out of focus
I cannot think as clearly
After a giant coffee
Everyday
People hate to read their work
Or speak their minds
I am looking to be justified
For what?
I am looking for a ritualistic catharsis
Out of myself
I am becoming a better everything
I tell myself
I am in line with the will of the goddess
I now think
I look for the winking face or knowing smile
Of eternity in the back of a pickup truck
In front of me in traffic
They can reach you anywhere
I see the blue eagle sweeping out of a dream
And recognize his strange form
I put on a leather jacket someone left at my house and decide that I will keep it
I feel cool when I go out to the movies wearing it
I smoke a lot of **** and watch a movie
And try to have no expectations