"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Sunday, May 15, 2011

I'm not, I do

I'm not an eloquent man, but here's what I can say:

I fear the ghosts
of my own presence,
the ones who've left me lit
like an old lantern,
burning slow and dirty,
billowing acidity -
but you've been my
my means of escape,
my steady comparison
by which I finally know
how to measure myself.

I'm not an intelligent man, but here's what I do know:

This flickering hope
is far from dead, much
to my heavy thanks,
and those thanks extend,
of course, to you:
You who have opened my window
so that less harmful things
can fly their way in,
alight on my headboard
and warble uncertainties,
the fairest kind,
your fairest kindness.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Laura Marling, Tap At My Window


  1. Wow! There's a lot packed into this piece. I can't even pick a favorite line or two, each one is like a unique and shining bit of a total mosaic. really impressive.

  2. brilliant word play.
    you are real and smart,
    although at time you may not believe so.

    keep inspiring...