I heard a TV explanation
About a soul, today. A
Quick ad-lib by the one who lead
About-have-now. Imus, I never heard of…
But, I knocked off a cigarette,
To the floor of when, how…

Does that make me ridiculous?
Even now, where I can see how a soul
Can wrap around a heart, elusively?

I meant to say more,
But hate to intrude
On another’s thought
Processes, spiritually,
And then, I think, again.

The only way
We will achieve
Peace is death.

I have some of the most beautiful
Memories, and nows, of childhood, alone-wise.
And, when I try to throw off
wakefulness, I plunder those thus,
To help me sleep. But, as
Most of us know, dreams
Are not ‘dreams’.

I’m not going under the computer desk
To recover a dropped cigarette,
I have plenty, above, and,
I’m tired of knocking my head
Against reality.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/14/07