( an informal poetic)
So I found it! The very essence of my soul, the eventual becoming
Of my living form to travel to the unseeable future of everything.
So I found it! Beneath the blankets, beneath the all encompassing
Hum, Beneath the very flesh we serve day in & out trying to fill ourswelves
Because we feel empty,
So I found it! There lying just below the sky navel, There where anywhwere
Anytime by Anyone it could disappear, become somene elses, drift away,
Fade into the sun, evaporate & become rain. There where all eyes have stopped
Looking, where all heads have turned away from, There where dreamers
Dream and die, Dream & die, There
So I found it! You've seen it, Heard it, Felt it, tasted it, We've all experienced
It in some way before, mistaking it for love, or sex, hate, jealousy,envy, orgasm,
Or even some might have mistaken it for kindness, eloquence, attention,
Or even worship; So I found it!
You remember it, think about it when you walk into to work and you feel a mess, or maybe
uncomfortable glares, You know they're afraid of the things you might be, or maybe you're a
girl, and there're the cat calls, the accidental butt grab, the stares, the casual personal
conversations that you know are nothing, yet the boyfriend, or husband think is something,
and for guys he's right cause the other is just looking for a way in, and really You're right it
is nothing, And maybe just maybe you've felt it dripping down your leg
When people are wondering why you're smiling so big
So I found it! Crumpled up in my pocket, I found it rolling through the clouds,
Deep in the black hole like living room couches, at the bottom of the close hamper,
I found it smelling so much like life that I vomit when i think of the body sweating, puking,
pissing, defacating, f - ing, crying, sleeping, & yet even then There i see it in the
Multitude of faces hands thoughts smiles gnashing teeth batting eyelashes
I found it randomly in the eyes nose ear lips cock crowing like jim morrison on coffee &
crank, I found it surfing through the air the space between each & every moment.
So I found it hidden deep the eternal answer to the problems of a writer trying to shut
himself up and hide, never dealing with the oblivious truth that no matter how deep
No matter how profound the one could ever be with the ever ebb of muse masterbation IT
still remains, in all things, and without a normal intake of the filth,purity, and sludge of The
many the genius is wasted on silence.
So I found it!