Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

what is it about my waking mind
how does it differ with the drag of the day
I eat the silent mornings
fight rationality
how futile.

perhaps one could call this'sentimentality'
or perhaps
'instinctual softening'
however.

to learn, and to love.
respect for both the living and the dead,
never either or.

reality hasn't felt quite realmy
dreams are a more complete story
I find them more reasonable
than the world outside of my head
but is it 'healthy'
in any sense of the word
to be figuring only
in fairytales?

sometimes I wish I could marry
the books I fall in love with
but its for the best that I can't
for there would be endless infidelities.


I wonder how the sun looked
as it rose beside your plane
I set my alarm for early
so I could lay awake at take off
a sighing mixture
of grief and gratitude.

it's so easy to shut the door
but so difficultto lock it.

A thousand things I should have said.