Epiphanies

Epiphanies

I saw in San Francisco

A couple little sparrows

Sitting on a bench together

Just inside the park.

“That,” I thought, “is what I want,

To be another sparrow.”

Later on in Hackensack

Passing by a store

Through the open door I looked

And saw a couple people,

Maybe three, deep inside

The store and they were sitting -

Only sitting, only talking.

“That is what I want,”

I thought. And in a month

I was insane.

I know people. Some of them

Can make me funny. Many people

Can be funny. I am one.

Yet from 50 years ago,

I am not a sparrow.

I do not sit and talk.

Sadly wishful fantasies

Do not foretell the future.

1-9-14

 

Inspiration

Without inspiration

There simply is no song,

Just a plain reflection of the scene.

Maybe not a Muse.

A Muse implies a god.

But something out of nature undefined.

1-9-13

 

Beginnings

“Let it affect your feelings.”

That's what Jacqui said.

And that the fear will go away,

Or it won't go away,

But will reduce itself to the actual

Level of the problem.

When a symptom doesn't work,
It ceases to be a symptom.

And a minion said the only

Game I played was that

I pull away from people.

This is how we started. Nearly

Ten months after that

She touched me with her magic bracelet

And I went insane.

1-10-14

 

My Father

That pompous Christian homophobic

Homosexual

Would crush the living soul in you

And wish it into hell.

The flatulent and dusty workaholic

Was a husband to his mother,

And in the vineyard squatted

Just beneath the image of his father.

I know no truths.

Divine no revelations.

But only just imagine what I saw.

1-10-13

 

A Friend

The first one to have loved you

And evidently cared,

You responded as you could,

As I did, but I couldn't.

You knew how to love

And be a friend, accept emotion.

I saw it.

I had never had a friend.

You give, you give, you give.

I only fell into a hole,

And standing on the bottom,

I overlooked the edge.

1-9-13