Stay

Never noticed the ceiling—
Then on the floor looking up
It’s there. There is a ceiling.
I noticed. Buried I guess till
Now.

What kind of person is he?
What kind?
What kind of girl is she?

What kind is me,
Crazier than blazes
Out there today?

Powerless and weak to the
Charm of lingering tears
For David’s daughters.
Tempting me back with
The couldn’t realize—just
To search a path.


Verse after verse,
the music
Changes gradually to
Empty your thoughts into
Buckets of bulging, pregnant
Good intentions I have
For mother earth tomorrow.

Today, like yesterday,
Will die in the ephemeral,
Nature of memories—
Everything is mine after all,
And I’ll pass-off doses of
Reassuring words as mine.

Still looking up from my
Bed—the bathroom floor, and
A walk through the comfort
Dream place. The one hard to
Describe, because it’s more
Personal Feeling than broadcast able.

I’m unable to defend my place—
Apologize, I cannot.
A million times up and back down,
Makes the ride every ride,
I won’t get up. I just won’t
Go from here
Into the sphere around four o’clock.

But that’s a fleeting fancy—
I do not follow that creed, my
Nature intends to trudge and plod
Through fields of variety and
Comfort foods, and therein,
Stay.