What happened was
In between ambiguities
Of original thought
And derivatives
This unpolished message
Slipped through the tongue
About to leave
So Go
How every year ends
The same way days went
With the burning urge to take that leap…
Slipped One In
But he slipped one in
Doze Zen
Smartly trained to feel tired every few hours
With no regard for activity’s momentum
The Opening
The opening was terse
Then came cramming the empty verse
Of an awareness
Suddenly shifting
Rekindled, and it Still Burns Bright
Trash
Trashed
And arcade money
When
The question that usually
Never gets an exact answer
Were you expecting to be where
But never knows when
First Things Last
Remember the first thing
Remember the last
A Linear Cycle
The air plays music
We all learn to to ignore hearing
As we leap from one faith to another
Latching on to it
Until it finds silver
Identifying us
For who we are
With a kiss
Running Late
Time takes
Time
All the time
And you are running late
