Original Publication Date: 7.7.1 My mind is consumed With the solitary thought Of having to pee Other priorities ask for attention But they must wait Until I find a bathroom A restroom, a tree out of sight Anything will do It must happen now.
Category: Poetry
The Place
Original Publish Date: 7.1.1 There is a place Between all of the paradoxical dialectics Where time and truth meet And Isness replaces both So that neither exists except In the present moment. I will meet you there And we will become re-aquainted
Death
Original Publish Date: 7.1.1 Every ache Speaks of a time When we will meet You are the doorway through which Even the Saints must pass Sometimes I feel you Creeping up from behind Others, you are a distant Point of darkness That could spring up At a missed traffic light Or in a winter virus…
