A Heartfelt Welcome

To those of you who call me friend, those of you that call me love, those of you who call me brother, those of you that call me son, those of you who call me hero, & those of you who don't know me at all: I welcome you to the mind of a man who's destined to save the world...
1 word at a time.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Goodnight Moon

A mantra embedded
into my memory system
since I was 4
This is probably the reason
I'm a night owl

Perhaps I still want to be the bear in that book

Curious as to how
moonlight illuminates a human's interior
clueless as to how
a mass so large doesn't speak
content with how although
its seems like it stays in the same place
it still creepily follows people around

I stay awake past 3am on most nights
not to party
(although I do)
not to drink
(although I do)
not to somehow stumble into
some sexual exchanging of gifts
(although I do)
not to write so I can keep from
crying, laughing and/or
pissing on myself
whether separately or simultaneously
(although I do)

I stay awake most nights
because I think that little boy
that used to
watch Eureka's Castle
get sick from eating too many gummi bears
and dunk better than Jordan
on his Fisher Price basketball court
still lives behind my ribcage

and he would very much love to tuck the moon in


The lights smash into my face
like the sound of a drummer
putting drumsticks to cymbals
They dance to the music more
than the people here
But not more than me

I'm getting loose
no embarrassment
no worry
no mercy
no shame
probably because of the liquid courage
poured into my membrane


Reading words on a tiny screen
can have that effect on you
can't it?

Of course it can
especially if they're the words
from a love once recently lost
So it made sense for me to halt
my moves on the dance floor
when I read:
"I miss you"
"I need you"
"I still love you"
"Come see me"

Nevermind who's ride I was
Nevermind leaving my roommate's
annual celebration of birth
Nevermind intoxication
however small it might have been

My mission was a go
and so was my green light
but not his


Lights flash into my face again
only there's just red, blue, and white streaks
dancing to the sounds of sirens
When you wake up in your vehicle
sitting on a shattered sunroof
feet projecting out of a windshield
how exactly are you supposed to feel?


I felt like I was
several beams of light
that were dancing with the devil

Not from the wreck
but because I was holding on
to love unwanted


What an epiphany that is