Jan 1

January 1, 2009

My breath copulating
with the frigid air and smoke,
I reflect on walking long distances.

List of thoughts:
I created swooning goddesses,
and kiss instead of spat at my muse.
I embraced the warmth of static infused thought.
Losing everything taught me the fickle truth
of possessions.
Letting go of fleeting images taught me the meaning of peace.
I’ve no qualms with the realities of my life,
for I am free forevermore.
God bless us dreamers,
fuck complacency,
obtain light,
love the dichotomy.

It’s been real,
it’s been hell,
thank-you for the sleepless nights
contemplating spasms in 10 x 10
plastered rooms.

I love you, than-you,
let us begin again.