hard-won wisdom even as he doubts the meaning
of the work he is fated to perform until death...
Sticking stickers
on windows and showers;
writing poems
on benches and bus stops;
dancing feet
down NuLu streets;
hotel erasures of holy romantic one-nighters.
Sticking stickers
on windows and showers;
writing poems
on benches and bus stops;
dancing feet
down NuLu streets;
hotel erasures of holy romantic one-nighters.
this is where we disappear
across bridges, in record shops,
anywhere where hearts are eaten.
the next spin of the earth
is a cough, a birth, a kiss,
some many words, nothing heard,
of something great, everlasting.
let them see you, thrilled,
I say to myself over fire.
I say to myself over fire.