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by UPKE circles of white sending seeds to the earth broken-off sticks from dry manzanita root desert treasures that are small works of art bonsai-shaped pinons with soft-swaying branches eliciting music from the wind dancing through one human being tossing a cigarette careless disdain leaving all of it black I'll find that bump on the other one and know there's nothing wrong which makes me want to have 2 brains so that when one is freaking out I'd have another brain to calm it down and tell it we're OK then why not have two lovers here so that if one rejected me I wouldn't care because I'd hold and hug the second one? always marry a trombone and why does joy get hitched to melancholy where its laughter must be silenced or transmuted into pain ? I know because I see it and the aborigine searched for in the shards of clay which might if studied reveal a truth that now continues to elude me in the dark-dim layers of my mind I could find that perfect balance of the child I was and bring it home to the adult of wisdom I have since become I once was meant to be ? that at dawn looks just like Lincoln smiling and at lunchtime like a fat man who has lost his head while twilight makes a steer begin to toss the rider of a dusty rodeo should I go out and catch my mountain in its moonlit image of the night ? wrote two novels one for every man I loved I seldom read fiction but I sure seem to live it tried to stay but now I separate the double image of a you I could not understand until I felt that cold wind howling through all the empty tunnel cracks of willful blind affection that held me captive and then gave your doom the right to choose my destiny little snails in a race to be first at the roofline finish of my window's track which is two stories high and one of them makes it almost to there but then disappears with that motionless sound of a snail falling down like my tongue going "click" on the roof of my mouth and the fall broke its house then it died scare me when you are so kind and gentle with a stranger yet speak those raging hateful words about the ones you say you love which makes me wonder how such opposites can be together in a single heart - and then you scare me when I think that one of you must be a liar and I fear it's not the raging hateful one which means that all your kind and gentle caring is but a tool you use for faking it with strangers while hating those you say you love begins to whisper through the canyon yet all is still here where I am until just moments later the sudden puffs of desert wind intensify and bend the branches of a pinon tree then reach my skin with gentle blows of laughter not your absence that has re-arranged my thoughts into a gentle vision placing trust in what I find and understand along the quiet margins of those sad and lonely pages that illuminate my life when I called him with a great idea and he said he was busy then so could he call me back and I said yes, of course and later glad he did I rambled on until he interrupted me and said he was exhausted now and could I call again some other day and like a fool I said of course, I could while wishing that I'd never felt that tiny need which made me call him in the first place and then I thought how come when he calls me I'm always there for him and glad to let him speak for all the time he ever needed to ? Go to: ADHD |