How to love a poem

Listen to your poem until its voice appears like a streetlight against a night sky.
Let it sit like a Buddha in a garden, asking you to wonder by.
Ask your poem its sign, knowing it will be perfectly in tune.
Tell your poem its future, knowing It will find true love and travel soon.
Read your poem in the wind letting it fly from your sight.
Remember your poem by the light of candles as the flames dance through the night.
Read Read your poem until it finds root in your minds eye.
Speak Speak Speak your poem until it is felt in your sigh.
Introduce it to your parents until they understand.
Put it in a bottle and send it away from land, and rejoice when it returns to you in every open hand.
Celebrate your meeting like a friend you met at war, and keep a remnant with you as you face what is left in store.
Remember and remember
as days wind on and on,
and you may find it reminding you what you came here for.


I will live for today
I will have my cake and eat it too
Because I will go on a diet
I will call my mother
I will stop procrastinating
But for now I will write in my notebook
Because this is now


Falling free
The freedom to live as myth
The Freedom to be a blithering idiot
The freedom to ask anything
The freedom to be wrong
The freedom to be right
The freedom to turn right at Albuquerque
The freedom to tolerate lactose
The freedom operate large machinery
The freedom cry at your own party
To be free
Free to put all your eggs in one basket
Free to burn your bridges
Free to lol
Free to make mountains out of molehills
Free to leave on a jet plane
Clap sarcastically when the world gets to boring
and the rest of us
Watching the bridges burn, while we
sit tight lipped
Part time minimum
Free to scrape the bottom of the barrel
Free to eat cake
And free to burn the candle at both ends, until the wick burns away
And no one even remembers we were here
Here is your cake America
Bon App├ętit!