A Gift of Presence

we write only what we know
the verbs wake us, keep us awake
with their incense

they surround us, their incessant
songs waking what once was night
now morning
now lunchtime
we write only of our narrow view
while bukowski paened his whores
and his liquors
we pain only for our shadows
these are not friends, at night i drink with
a hundred acquaintances
while my friend is dead, asleep
all his verbs now gifts to outlines
that remain

4 thoughts on “A Gift of Presence

  1. Amazing, Poet! Love these recent three. A revelation of words. Thank you for sharing, for continuing to write. A blessing.

  2. Amazing, Poet! Love these recent three. A revelation of words. Thank you for sharing, for continuing to write. A blessing.

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