If its true—
that
everything.
you say and do
turns to pure poetry—
if you
choose
to simply
live—
and let
it
all go
looser;
then everyday—
my thoughts grow
dimmer,
darker,
cloudier—
and only
more
and
more obscured
by quaint and distant
ideas of dinner—
is a day
I also
get a little
bit closer
to sweeter.
