Right now All feels right Right now I'm happy The world seems In balance I can turn my back On all the bad All the killing War and misery For a moment and Focus in on my Small portion of life And feel good I'll celebrate this moment It doesn't happen All the time I'll be self ish Think about me Just feel happy Right now
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Whirr burble rustle Fan pipes papers In the city it is never quiet I mean all quiet Trucks rumble by Two streets over Teenagers speed down side streets Squeal their tires Baby cries down the block Sounds I hear and don't hear So used to it all That on a weekend In the country I'm jumpy from the quiet I welcome the river roar Crickets whirr Burble of creek Rustle of rabbit In the undergrowth I take comfort in the noise A cocoon of sounds Like hardening clay She sat Head in hand Filled with aches And regret Nothing went right This week No progress anywhere Leaden Stuck No movement forward Self loathing radiates From her form When I probe And circle in On the problem She holds her head You need to take a step To feel better I say One foot in front Of the other It will help Believe me It will I was waiting in line Wasting my time Stepping down Off of the commuter bus When a spark in the air Raised all the hair On the back of my neck A trail of meteor dust Spun off to the west Away from this mess Of desert sand The earth's cracking crust So I followed the trail Walked into the pale Glistening land It seemed miraculous That a trace so lovely Could fall down from above me And dust the ground I felt cantankerous Because fairy tales aren't real They just make kids feel A questioning wonder And wanderlust There's nothing for me here My life is too dear To waste on illusion Or generate profusion Of storybook confusion Just give me reality With all of its gravity It's simply glorious Today the skies ripped open Rain poured down Wind off the harbor Tore our umbrellas Turned them inside out Gave us a sense of our Smallness weakness against A larger force Odd how each event goes Right along as planned One follows another Despite the raging Still the movie plays The reading commences Oblivious to the primal strength Nature puts on display We scuttle inside like Beetles under our umbrellas And wait for the storm to pass As we amuse ourselves We step carefully Into the ancient mill Step gingerly on the Uneven boards In the half light See the quiet Mill pond The make shift dam The bridge of boards And scrap Too wobbly to cross The cider press Ground underneath fermented With apple peel and mash Wheelbarrow heaped with pulp This world is complete Without us It allows only a brief peek inside And ushers us out again To return to stillness Din I'd call it Cacophony of voices Cars music trains screech From every corner People overrun sidewalks Corridors and studios Stream past bad art And worse art The street scene is Art in itself Monster face man Beats a baby doll Surrounded by heaps Of art trash Artists everywhere Painted walls Explode with color Soon It is enough Senses overload Seek escape from The din the trash The art Stepping onto a train in Bushwick
Clad in androgynous gear From horn rims to chucks From buzzed sides to low rise He was cool She was dual Identity Chance took a seat And I on surveillance Checked for Adam's apple Cheek for dapple of Beard but not a clue Said exactly who I was looking at And maybe what we have here Ladies and gentlemen Is hazy befuddlement Of gender choice born Of mystery torn And who but me Is curious Leave it alone No need to solve This androgyny Mother's progeny Newly evolved Life Just leave it be What do you call the Ache in your chest At the back of your throat That comes at funny times For me it happens at the End of a long day Coming home alone To an empty house An ache that says Now what It used to say Time to get high Time for more More than this Is that what the ache Is looking for More of something real Something that says I am here And I am loved Shape thoughts Direct inquiry Dig deeper and more Point to new routes Trace back to the root cause Power and control Abuse and neglect Drugs and alcohol Hurt pain and shame Forever more Seek out patterns Track down first times Trace back to the root Trace back to the root Years of digging Years of rebuilding We can be whole again We can find peace |