Breath

In

Out

Cool steam slowly pours forth
From the mouth as the cold car warms up

The car is 50 years old to the date
Its not going to warm up
Only the heart can do that

Blink

Breath

No... Inhale

Smoke properly if your going to smoke at all
A toast the the Virginians
The roads lined with crops
Living gold in a new world
How wonderful that must have been

A man once lived
Although I doubt he would have called it that
He was a writer
Not always the most popular
Obscure, intellectual, religious, mysterious
Arcane and completly obvious
Yet for all his mind
He wrote complexly of death
But his great was simply
Beautifully

Of children laughing in the foliage

Oh the sound, what a tear it brings to my eye
I hear my little sister jump out of the bushes
And try to tackle me to the ground
I let her beat me up
A man has no pride
Without someone, some little one, to uphold it

Goosbumps fill my body, over, within, around, above
The warmth of my drink still delves in it glass
The smooth brown stares at me
4 a.m... not to late to start drinking


One man begins his search in mystery, asking "Can it be?"
That man warns in his search , "It might not be"

Hollow, gaunted, he knows it will never be.

Yet within a cool glass water
A beggar
And a bum knee
Comes God
And his children,

Laughing with Eliot in the foliage.