There is a well I’ve
Known.
A deep grey space that
looks like day old clay
where to
sorrows fled.
I’m sad for sorrow’s sake.
It was deep and grey.
Dwell the well,
Where I fell heavily.
Damp, cold, deep grey
crevasse
Where I
Laughed.
I smiled, as
All the sadness died upward,
Up and Up.
All the way to well,
for sorrows sake.
Doctor
still man
Who took
Me in
Who said
I care
Or so
He
Did
n
‘t
.
Steadily walking along the
Storefronts
Of Bleecker Street
near Charles.
Steadily walking along
what came upon
Me on my night walk –
Not upon me, rather what I
happened upon;
A bar with a blunt name.
A waste truck pulled up.
After, a party of few
Came out to smoke
For outdoor chatter.
Stunted and
Sober the walker.
My foot lay flat
On the wall
By the bar that came
Upon my walk.
Not that came
upon my walk, rather
That I happened
Upon.
Like a mighty feat,
Running on the track
And field,
And a winning
Streak, almost like,
Where were the opponents
Kind of streak.
They all saw it,
And were overt with zeal.
They watched him from the sideline…
They shed tears of elation.
All pains and losses gone,
All and all overcome.
Those with whom you
Sat, and jotted down the where
And what have
You. Talked
About
The where,
What have you
In
Lobbies of buildings
That.
In rooms with walls
That talk, not if they could.
Where do we go now?
We(you).
Placate the fools
With disconcerinmemt.
Flattery goes a long a way
For the ones that
Looked the other way
When their leaves
Fell in Spring time (For when do
Leaves in the Spring Fall?)
And when we hear your
Clamour of
Thorny tree-branches
Wont in the cold,
I can only return the favor
With my spring time fall.
People that
You don’t know,
(I.e.) like
“I know you by this many degrees”
Kind of People.
That you met
In your trauma.
The people you met
Before you may have started
Falling from your synthetic
High;
From the smoke and the fire.
From whom your White flag
You.
With whom your White flag
You.
this is my essence: I
am essential.
like a gear on a
machine
with you and me.
i am essential
on this morning.
e
ssential. I am
essential. Always on
our mission.
On the subway legs
Crossed, I notice
A couple sitting
In front of me.
Where are they going.
An exchange of
Words amongst them. Trading
Glances. A smile. A nod
With reciprocity.
They’re going somewhere,
Wherever it is
That they go. I hope
They make everything
Amazing.
The terms of the seasons
For example; why the fall
Fall.
In January I slipped,
April 15th was the day I recognized
The seasons.
It was Spring then.
Spring me to Summer
Please,
For I can’t wait any longer
For the Winter.
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