The stars are abstract
until you see the constellations
then they become pointillist
the universe awaits your perspective
are you looking up at the stars
or are they looking up at you?
The stars are abstract
until you see the constellations
then they become pointillist
the universe awaits your perspective
are you looking up at the stars
or are they looking up at you?
You destroy me
I build sandcastles
in devotion to you
and you flatten them with a wave of your hand
then you recede into the deep
and I am left alone on the shore skipping stones that sink
as unanswered prayers.
I went fishing once
and the fish caught me
cause I couldn’t gut it
I couldn’t keep it
I had to let it go
seeing its fish eyes bulging
watching it dying in the air I breathed
was too much for this ten year old to take
so I tossed it bleeding and bloodied
back into the lake
that was the day
I stopped eating sushi
and I’ll stop eating steak
when I have such an intimate connection
with a cow.
The shelf life of comedy
is as long as the laugh that comes after it
while the shelf life of music
can supersede the symphony of plutonium itself
just listen to Mozart
just watch a Harold Lloyd movie
you will hear
you will see
what I mean
still we need to be funny
knowing it is so temporary
why
is it insanity
when the great Harold Lloyd would have died for his comedy
when Buster Keaton broke bones for a joke
few know
how easy Mozart had it
sitting on the piano bench writing A Little Night Music
while Harold Lloyd hung twelve stories above New York without a net
and Buster Keaton literally broke his neck.
How many fish get to the ocean’s skim
see the beach
see the bathers’ feet
and think
‘what’s out there for me?’
As we look to the stars
and wonder
about life on Mars
thank God
thank evolution
that some had the fish guts
to see
how far
our dreams can take us.