nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,

just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not

oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities

I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered

shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts

now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine

yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid

so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses

when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high