love

  • Black Godess

    Coffee makes me love
    Even before I stir
    My heart is open to the world
    I take the medicine for being
    By the mouth without seeing
    The true glory of the day
    It always comes true
    With the mouth watering ensues
    The brilliant awakening of cells
    The super heightened manic bend

    I give myself to you black goddess
    My occupation depends on your benevolence
    Your encouragement is sweet
    It glides and softens too
    I find my way through
    An otherwise foggy day
    Far from the San Francisco Bay
    Where I first saw your face
    You were everywhere in my way
    Helping me to stay awake
    Through the trying days of twenty-three

    Now we’re an undefeatable team
    Sometimes in true true black
    Accompanied by a snack
    Or augmented by sugar and cream

  • Space in Between

    What are these sounds? Vowels and consonant Japanese? It pleases me to know that this city brings the world together.

    Still we all see ourselves as separate, different. Sometimes I see the ever changing infinite variety of an organism. Whole and complete, not in a goofy hippy sense, but in a completely unfathomable scientific mystical babies born from thin air number of stars equals grains of sand why did she do that I’ll never understand sort of way.

    What about the space in between the electrons protons neutrons quarks and strings. It’s an inward fractal spiral of thought if my mortal mind gets caught. It must be love. The intangible antimatter anti energy. The force that binds.

    I’ve pondered this space in between, the thoughts taking me to places I care to never see again. Now there is peace in the not knowing. And that space is growing. Letting in much more of that which I will never know.