this one is for david.


Poem Maybe

To david.
someday I might not be here, but, I am coming back.

maybe not today
maybe not tomorrow
but soon.
and someday.
and for the rest of your life.

Eh. I'm weird like that.
I can't spell, I can't type.
I drive funny.
sometimes my hair smells.

ok. where was I.

I was confused.
wandering around in the dark.
lost without you, really.

but happy.
in the moment.
breaking laws
moving things
listening to the rain.
thinking about you, and how much I love you.
and how. we ... you and I... should go to Tibet.

Yes. Tibet. Wonderful place really. I hear the natives smell funny.

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