Write where I want to Be 2014

You make me write where I want to be

As if the notion to pray was still in me

To see the passage of god like fingertips

Dabbling through the nuance of coincidence

For the gamblers who empower purpose past the blades of volition

Slashing from veteran tongues and novice breaths

Daring for a chocolate cone on Venice Beach as the horizon

Slurps the impossible orange cattle cade egg drop soup

Into oblivion’s haughty gurgle

You make me aspire that chocolate was palatable

To make life sweetly nuzzle past a prayer-view porch

Climb Abram’s bridge and read in the undulation

I kiss you and see this life un-dragged, questions muddled

Into the eyes of children knowing a mother loving a father

Requited into a man on a hill proud and tethered to love

From a junkyard crowned with a nation of pauper’s decadence

Singing to sleep, “It’s all right.  It’s all right.  Baby It’s all right.”