He in his madness
prays for storms
and dreams that storms
will bring him peace.
what is this remembrance?
inquiry for today~ how do you just smell the roses anyway?
You don’t want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it’s the same old story –
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
Mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, of course, is kind,
for a simple reason.
And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in