the same thing i love most
feeling
I don’t want to miss anything
I’ll set down my recorder in the world and walk away and take in
the cool in my sweat
my daughter’s deepest wound
traffic yawning in the distance like a seashell over a child’s ear
barking dog
laundry detergent
wood smoke on a Monday night
there you are, my people
bird chase and pink streaked skies
let fall a tear for the first star i see tonight
before all others go out
and i can’t remember anymore
and i’m too lazy to get up and write it down
that once upon a time there was a child who saw the truth like Jesus, dripping
forced to watch him die
forced to indulge the asshole with tickets to the resurrection
maybe im most afraid of never solving the riddle
never feeling good
and god help me
never wanting to
Sobriety Poet 