Sun, 26 October 2008
What You Need
Tired of being alone, you open
your doors and invite people
to press their feet into your carpets,
drink wine, and talk
about politics, movie stars,
and the meaning of life.
Alone again, you muse
about how women and men
long for extended seasons of love
and how all you know of the world
is asses braying -- a lion's roar --
garlands celebrating your house
--that if your philosophy is skepticism,
no one can dispute the words you spread
out on the sand under the sun,
that if you fill cups with water
and feed hungry children,
who will deny you your ambition?
--that favors turn up in unexpected places. . .
You meet a man in the road
carrying luggage with foreign stickers,
and ask him how things explode,
to explain spontaneous combustion,
to carry your grocery bags
to speak plainly of plans,
to sit down on your sofa
to write a letter that talks
how hard it is to see
the obstacles that lie
in the desert ahead.
And then you stand near the desert
not knowing if the sun rises or sets,
knowing only the time to cover your face
from the drying winds.
It's sleep . . .
or . . .love . . . .
or . . . God . . .you need.
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Thu, 9 October 2008
I changed the template, and that messed things up. I will figure out how to repair it one of these days, but too busy at the moment to do so. You can still access everything, even if it's repeated.
Edit: Psssst. When you copy from Word to the publish page, please get rid of the crap code. Best Regards, Anthony.
Category:tallkin' -- posted at: 9:49pm MST