(this will be my theme piece for my blog and my next book. i  think it says something)

 

once upon a time

delirium hung in the rafters.

 

like streams of ice

running of the roofs

of tall buildings and pounding

the pavement below –

logic completely off balance.

 

all the inner tones

corrupted in life’s

disarrayed frictional verses.

 

it takes time –

a fight with god’s thunder

has left the wanderer of the peace

clearly in the dark oils.

 

recovery ensues …

life resumes little by little.

 

the dark oils

re-unite with light oils,

and the blend

churns as if in pistons

as if on a long trip.

 

then it happens –

ebony and ivory,

like a mini falls of a good rush.

 

life is all a scheme –

kiss existence with two hands.

educate a little with poetry

that bi-polar voices matter.

 

good things

do happen once in awhile.