Poetry For Everyday People

Isolated Moments Of Understanding

I have made friends
with tables, lamps,
pillows, guitars, ideas,
people without names,
neon signs, bar stools,
typewriters, notebooks,
artists that know not
of me,

I have drunk with shadows,
wept for strangers, fell short
of genius or ran out of wine
before I could face it,

I have walked away from lairs
in mid sentence, cooked soul meals
for souls who needed them, I have
given, for vibe's sake,

I have been free within my poems,
unrecognized in the body of quiet
invisibility, torment is the paradise
we make it,

I have called upon my heroes
and they have jumped off of pages,
busted out through speakers, injected
pain to tell a hard story
honest in a movie,

I sometimes find it, cherish it,
other times I long for it,

getting ready to open a cold beer
in search of it.
























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