come hither—let me smell the earth in you
the poet affirms his being
in every little thing
family hears each other’s farts
I’m drawn to everything I resist
progress doesn’t care where we are heading
but that we get there faster
one can’t be chronological
winning instills confidence but losing teaches love
when will I learn all I know?
how this question dogs me so
confusion is resolved by necessity
words are prelude to being
what must I sacrifice to be free?
an illusion, likely
the percussion of the soul disagrees
and you don’t hear it?
complaint lives between two fates
the heart is not yours to protect
I’m not interested in you nor me, but what makes us we
the only way to live with fear is to do
as it tells not to
perfection on my lip—once spoken, amiss!
in quietude remains the prodigal
no longer looking for the meaning in life
but what grows
mine’s the way of the ship liner
serene in the distance—ploughing through water
to get to heaven, you’ve got to go through the kitchen
that person you wish to be is the person you are