What They Heard

There's nothing so new in the doing that it needs to be

talked about in just spooky or secret ways, by you, me or anyone else tonight, but it might    

feel real good sometime and perfectly fine to hear it coming from deep inside your

own hungering for the truth empty mouth cave is all I'm saying. In the colorful sunshine you could make up

the sound of it, have it appear like a smiling rabbit

for a moment in the sad perplexed party of

the world. This leaves the bright impression that anything

is nearly as possible as quick quiet rains if only we could find the right set of 

words sitting around for it. Something as important as peace mispronounced

could start the next war pushing off to the jagged cliffs again somewhere in real time. Anything you can

think of to say is bound to happen to us all eventually so

where do we find the better way to speak of a hope that outlasts the ongoing hate? I think

you know. I think you've always known. You don't

mistrust that way of lighting a room by its things, that's not what you're so much afraid

of, it's the wielding of  that particularly heavy tommy-gun notion of fair play that sprays the 

darkest of magic bullets into the walls, knowing that the sneaky universe always curves

back on itself and thus will somehow, quietly, and somehow, find a way to

hand you back that same set of obvious projectiles in some 

other energy form or other one fine day and probably soon. The stored electric equipment gets changed and charged along the circular 

pathways of a life,that's the nature of the springy beast within the core of our monstrous beings, with its own perspective going to the good most of the time but the truth inevitably

arrives sooner or later. That's why the people thank

the dead animals at their feet—they knew the

arc of travel would bring them back to life once more and

right there inside themselves and thus into the whole wide wild world of now. But well

that's a tricky sort of business to get involved with. Things aren't always

impeded on their softer inward journeys and may have to take

new and unexpected roads just to get you there in one piece, but they never stop trying to make land—

and neither should you. You are being hunted by

something inevitable, it's all too,too true. When we meet eyeball to eyeball at last will you give

us all your truest love supreme to ingest or just the bad 

indigestion? Don't worry. These are just these words. You

could point out so many more beautiful sticking things—mercy,forgiveness,kindness,independence,insecurity.All these things shape the force that is you as it rises at lightning speeds running towards

the real life sized danger always just seconds ahead of you. You get there when you get there.No sooner than then. And no later than now.So why not go ahead and 

help others if you can? Knowing that you

don't have to, but,hmm, well, we're kind of asking you to, because

you can probably do it, and easily do it, and we just want to see if you'll be that happy in that magical-giving back to others kind of a sure fire way this time around the block. So to speak.

Or maybe not. Conditions make their own accommodations very well-known to one and all in the end at the end, you'll see. See you there.

Bonus:

You Can Jump In Anywhere

At any time and still catch up on

The game. You might be surprised

To see yourself out on field.

You can be in two places

But you can't be anyone

Else. Might as well enjoy the offered

Hot dog—you've earned it. That's just

One way of gazing longingly at the

Larger than life screen pixelated around you. You can always

Go back inside through the many flapping

Doors, the many opening rooms, the many swimming dreams.

You'll still be exactly where

You were in bed. Hiding's not the best

Thing—although I do understand

The urge. It's from yourself that

You can't pretend. Not in a

Submarine hatch kind of way.

We celebrate the journeys

Through portholes and worm holes and

Unexpected openings in

Our own thoughts like holidays. People have 

This kind of stitch made for years. It's

One sure fire way to travel along the road

Without getting completely

Bonkers in the after all seagoing process. 

Like everything else you can't

Just simply believe everyone is

Going to be well suited

To it just because it makes

You laugh. Give them a chance to

Bloom in their own back bowls first

Before you invite them to

Stick their roots into your sun

For a bit of the brush up

and brush down. In the meantime

We only have each other

To blame and isn't that just

A little disengaged from

The grail to be so wholly believed in? You're

Out there whether you want to

Catch the balls coming your way

Or not. Remember Life is

Not a game just because it

Can be played like one by some

Drooling idiots with big

Beaming bats for brains. I'm here

To tell you that winning is

A matter of being

Present. Not of being first.