Of hopes and dreams and lesser things
Of sweet-bitter memories of days gone by
Of that first kiss
Of slow dancing slow on a slow, hot summer's night, smelling her sweet
Sweet summer sweat trickling down between your shoulder blades
And the crack of your ass
Of the last bitter taste of coffee, from the bottom of your glass
Of that first sweet rush of love and wonder
Pay the tax man, get out from under
For the priest
And the junkie
And the cop
And the whore
And Mom
And Dad
And brother, more
sister, and child,
wife, and husband
Of night sweats
And labor
and stress
and pain
and the big boss-man
Of eating until my belly and my soul are satisfied
Of God
Of hope
Of faith
Of fear
Of wisdom for youth
Of words
For music
Of the sweet sexy sound of the saxophone playing lonely down the corridor of some lost street from some city in America - nowhere - anywhere - everywhere
Of all life's dregs, sweet and bitter - drink it up
Sucking hard for all the bits of meat from the shell
Get it all
I want all of it
Then
I'll write of it
When
this just popped out it began to dawn on me that I may be a poet - when
my favorite phrase prior was "I wouldn't know poetry if it bit me
in the ass".
