Here I am, living
at the western edge of the
eastern time zone, on
the happy side of
sadness, the silly side of
serious, my eyes
leaking tears at the
thought of how much bliss could fall
as we stop thinking.
Futility at
its finest, this life. This love.
All things are ending
as we trip through the
ticking of the present day-
each breath a failure,
or (perhaps) success.
Each stupid hope and dream and
wild complication....
Ragged truth rakes hearts
as simply as this love grows-
nothing is easy.
What can I give up,
for the sweet side of bitter
to land on my tongue?
written 01 May 2007
