If I could pray,
I would pray that you all
enjoy your lives.
Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment
of the self and restlessness.

Alas my fellow poets, have I foun
amongst your fold: fellow stoics,
Kindred in spirit and dreamers of
Oh sweet apathy, I write of your
Oh lady I will be your beer speak

I’m grateful.
Grateful for the words I breathe.
For the times I’ve lived and, in
for the greatness of the moments a
I’m grateful

In my mind, a grandmotherly smile.
There was before only suffering.
of the quivering mess.
No longer willing
to run away from the self,

In this moment, I am tired.
Dare to stay exhausted?
Tonight - inspired-
yet I’m tired, off to bed.
Don't sleep, be free.

Fire and Water
sensations
rinses and rises
as a dutiful procedure.
Felt within,

Everything is a reaction
to everything.
This sentence is a reaction
to the last.
The periods at the end are all rea

There’s a little bit of blood
on my breathe.
My blood,
breathing,
within vitality

I thought of the right words.
Sitting on a stool, ready
to take my laundry from out
of the dryer.
My vision is accosted by a

There was a joke I was going to w
I don’t know,
I’m not following the show,
nor do I really understand the rul
Just another sensation