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.