Musings

OBSERVATIONS

4th.july.2015

A thousand studies write

disjointed diatribes:

‘poet be like god’

‘write with music’

‘distort your metaphysic’

‘add dystopian meter’

‘be esoteric’

‘be more erotic’

‘be New York’

‘be San Francisco’

‘don't be anything’

‘rain on your lips’

‘no faulty logic’

‘become passion’

“where you are is the sentence”

endless musings on paper, on screen

but here in seconds becoming the next hour

I stir my coffee, sugar mixing with milk carefully,

there is no god in that, no lost horizon, distracted tragic love

just dark sweetening in this coolness coming thru open windows

open to other voices, other tones

catching something from this life

between chaos and inspiration.