Joyous Abandon

Money and time
Time and money

How much of either
Is really worth our time

Being In the moment
Seeing in the moment
Holding you
In the moment

How many moments do we have
Left together
How could I live
If you would leave

This is why it is better
To never fall in love
This is why I do not take
That advise

I am not good
With advise
I feel like I am
Rushing toward a cliff

With
Joyous
 Abandon.

Writing While Running

Writing while running
Wondering why

Pondering levels, dimensions in space
And time
A person is a thing
Right?
And a personality
Is solid and right-
As in correct-
As in structure
And circumstance

Writing while running
And wondering why
Waiting for the next
Proverbial shoe
To drop

What will it be
The next emergency

I have hoped for the
Simple life

The one serene
The one advertised
In advertisements

I long for that
Where All appliances function
And we know
What we're running from

Military discipline!

When u kiss me
What does it mean

Do I replace someone
Do u even know me

Do I even care
Recklessly I run ahead

I always have

I have trouble with chocolate
And with love

I don't have much whatchamacallit
I must think. . .
Oh yes
Self restraint. . .

Military discipline!

Love and wine

God is love
They say

I have seen it
And I know it to be true

But it makes the moments
We are apart
That much more difficult
And empty

There is no barrier, they say,
Except the ego
Which gets in the way

Ego says it knows the way
It wants to stay
And run the show

It doesn't know
That without it
Is the only way to go
The only way to be free
Is to be free
Of me

There is this wine
Of the mystic sort
The taste is fine
Exquisite
Sweet
Constructed of sweetness
Existing in an eternity
Of its own making

How can the ego say
The wine is no good
Go away

How can the ego say
I have other things to do
Today

This body's getting older
Time is running by
To what will the ego cling
When it is gone? 

Of restraining orders and root canals

Of restraining orders
And root canals

Life is a silly old thing.
We dance all night
We limp the next day
Who can say

He says he loves me
-He says he hates me
Love is better

But it's scary too
There might be some responsibility here
Of which I am not capable or comfortable
With

My tangueros have returned
There is a time to forget
That the world is turning
When we are turning
Together
Then there is only balance,
Closeness and
Bliss

I miss this
When it is not
Here

Waiting to hear
If a root canal is inevitable
I remember how to pray

I gain traction
In the begging and pleading
Department. 

centrifugal force

a particularly uninspired 
     morning 
so many things left 
     undone 

other people seem 
     to have it 
     all together 

I've always wanted 
     to be like them 

but there's this thing 
     called 
     Gravity 

it holds us all together 
     somehow 
it also makes things 
     slip out of my hands 
     and fall to the floor 
     and break 

try as I may 
     to prevent such 
     happenings 

a friend explained it to me... 
     it has to do with 
     centrifugal force 
     and mass 
     and such 

I just know that I need 
     to lose a few pounds of mass 
     and stop 
          dropping things 

No tango :-(

So everyone's closed for Christmas
No tangeros, no tango
Very little magic
Very little "spirit"
     Of the season
What does gift giving and
      Shopping
Have to say
To me

I would much rather
Be
Held in your arms
Interpreting music
     And closeness

I would much rather be
Negotiating
One hundred year old floorboards
Negotiating
What you mean
By that little move
That little turn
     Of your very masculine
Shoulders

Sigh...