I know the shade
of a jagged tree
where god makes deals
with truth
and mother nature
isn’t so lonely
It is best taken
at sunrise
when its branches
aren’t so heavy
when the weight
of the world
is lifted just a little
Here I have bled
onto the page
after cutting myself
from the tip
of an idea
off poetry’s blade
Here I can see
a clear view
of something meaningful
in the slight shift
of living
and any minor altercation
the eye wants to believe
Sometimes I walk
with sorrow
hand in hand
down a bombed out road
just to get there
Sometimes while drunk
with laughter
I stumble
and lay
and pretend
it all makes sense
just one moment
just one place