I'm alive. I'm in love with a strong woman that loves me. I have friends that I can call friends and who call me friend. I have my health for the most part. I have my mind for now. I discovered that I have a dollar still in my pocket. I have cigs and coffee for the day. I have my education and skills and experience that I know set me a notch above many that are as stuck as I am. I have a heart. I have passion. I have a sense of humor even in the blackest times. I have my memories back and the perspective that losing them for a Summer gave me. I have a craft for words and a vision for images. I have 37 years of piano and songs in my head. I have a sense of justice and a sense of mercy and a sense of forgiveness. I have a sense that there might be a God and that he has a shit sense of wicked humor that I have no choice but to tip my hat to if he'd only allow me to get rich enough to afford a hat. I gave a homeless man all my change even though I'm homeless, too. I gave a man a cig even though I am counting how many I have left. I told a woman to smile as I passed by and she called from the end of the street, "Hey! Thank you! That just made my day." I can speak more than one language and I was able to smile at jokes told on a bus in Spanish. I have been blessed with beautiful people in my life from all over the world. Perri, Lucyna, Andrea, Burckaan, Ana Kamiar, Deepak, Josh Yaphe, Stephanie Grant, Elzbeta, Crystal, Mustafah, Creature (who has taken on a life of his own), Tony (who has given me my second chance at life even as he questions the need for his own), Trinity, Laura Duffy, Michele, Cindy Williams (who's cutting words often keep me real), Maria Sibiriak who humbled me and taught me shame, Brian (my brother who is perfectly real all the time), My father whose advice is invaluable even though he never followed any of it and whom I buried, Lisa (my step-sister who taught me that I could be accepted on my own terms and not to compromise and who taught me how to respect a woman and what a woman was, anyway).
I turn 41 and I have many things to be thankful for even as my life is at its darkest and also at its most brilliant. Kelsey has taught me a depth of love that I could have only dreamed existed. I hoped even as I dared not hope that a Kelsey could maybe exist in the world.
Today, a woman slept with her head in my lap and I dared not move but that I would destroy the moment. Today, a woman's arms held me close and my heat warmed her. Today, love was made long before the sun would rise. Today, I was kissed by a woman as she left. Today, I drank coffee. Today, I found Cohen's "Here It Is" and listened to it. Today, I got a web site finished. Today, I saw the sun rise after all of this.
Happy Birthday to me.
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Stephanie dared me to try to write a poem without rhyme.
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The wind in the willows were what woke me from my dreams
I couldn't figure out how they could still be screaming
with the voices of women and children and men
when they had been chopped down years ago
The thud as they landed went right through me
and the leaves in the street blowing past?
How could those damn trees still have leaves?
So I woke and listened to the rain with a cig in my hand
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meh...
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Look at this room that you wake in
and look at it hard through the smoke of the cig
that wafts up to paint the walls in yellow tar
The mattress on the floor and the chair of dirty laundry
The laptop fan whirs on the tv table you use as a desk
and sunlight streams in to show you how it is
Good Morning!
How you gonna get out of this?
Green flem hacked up from the depths of blackened lungs
the vestiges of a cold in a cold room warmed only by coffee
one cup at a time
It's time to empty the trash when the Ramon noodle wrappers
won't stay in, anymore
It's time to do laundry when you've decided to match the last clean sock with a dirty one.
It's time to rethink life when you have to choose between bus fare and a black and mild
because the Mavericks are just too expensive in this part of town
Lunch is.... lunch is... oh! Wait! I still have that half a sandwich in my bag.
Lunch is solved.
Thirty more letters go out begging for work in the guise of confidence
thirty more cigs are smoked waiting for a reply
thirty more days have gone buy without rent being paid
thirty more dollars I'll have to borrow for the chance to get out of this
thirty more kisses give me hope that I exist
Look at this room you wake in
look hard through the fog of your mind
as it paints a past and plans a future yet again:
Don't you ever learn, Sean?
Isn't the definition of insanity the expectation of different results
doing exactly what you're doing, now?
Look at this room you wake in.
Happy Birthday to me.
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