some friendships
have split personalities
like my latest, and most promising onethere are words and thoughts shared
some in the light of the sun, outside, through smiles and smoke
others in raw sincerity, in poetically cryptic riddles, in absence.
this is fascinating . . .
anticipation of presence with the instant awareness of thought and nearness
and the growing need to know, to see, to understand more . . .
the momentum gathering in the spiraling words and phrases
the shiver as the words touch and delve into feeling . . .
he says he came to the conclusion that i am a poet
but i just wasn't aware of it . . .
damn, that makes me smile for some reason!
i see
and then i commentso, my commentaries are a little odd . . .
what can i say?
i despise sportscasters.
i still know people who 'get it'
and if they get what i meant behind what i say . . .
i don't know
i ran out of inspiration today
my mind is to jumbled with voices right now
to give way to a single one.
maybe i'll watch movies tonight . . .
and begin the journey to another 'home' tomorrow morning
in the clean and new light of day.
yeah, right.
it's always more of a 'harsh reality' than a 'fresh start'