This morning the outside is still stormy
And mostly I was just hoping to find you in my bed.
Sleeping like you were waiting for me,
I guess I don't have any wishes saved up
I threw all my pennies in a wishing well
Just asking for the existence of you

And that
is perfect.

tuesday

Outside the rain and the sirens march into Tuesday
And I am in your bed
Thankful for this room that smells like you.
And while today we return to the life that calls us
I can think of no better way to say I love you
Than thank you.

Overheard while waiting for a bus:

Two men arguing about the price of a boat.
This boat,
anyone could see
Was a giant
piece of shit.
Rusted and peeling, clearly weather worn
This old man
Was so attached to this boat
beyond any reason
or excuse.
but while trying to ascertain its value
The young man said
"give me a ballpark"

A ballpark.
Give me a ballpark.
Something to gauge your value on.
Are you a pinch hitter
or a home run?

_______(in progress)

Last night a freight train rumbled through my midnight
Like it had a breakfast date with the sunrise
Like it was born pushing its self
toward that horizon line
and outside, the bull frogs
Are reminding me that its spring
That the whole world isn't dead
Just its life-lines are sleeping
And I
Have been sleeping.
Praying that universe would open me up
all the while keeping my hands over my eyes
trying to hold my eyes shut
And I guess the moral of the story is
Be careful what you wish for
I may have wished myself a window
But the gods have dreamed me a door
A starting point
A threshold
a place to
hold
onto me.

But

I don't believe in perfection
But I do believe in magic
I am no perfect man
I've got cracks down my ribcage
that would make the grand canyon jealous
And I believe that sometimes
hurt is endless
and healing comes when you least expect it.
I still pray everyday
But I stopped calling it god
And started calling it grace
Starting seeing all that I had been looking for
In a bottle of permission
A ritual
A rite
And face paint.