and the regret that drips down
from my heart when I am sleeping.
I am fat and gross
and gross and fat
but at least I am alive and happy, sometimes.
my ears hear music
and I have a few things going
for me in the short run of riches.
that's all one can guess at or ask or risk,
to be alive, to find pleasure in a few things called moments
and to keep trying, tirelessly, despite.