poetree
Last night I was drunk. I was with friends. I was posting audio. I had a great conversation with a new friend. I had an impassioned row with an older friend. I felt something move in the cosmos. When I got home I looked up at the sky, wheeling above, and as I joined the dots between stars I joined the dots between friends, between hearts. We are on this planet for a heartbeat. Every moment counts. I felt the trees, the mountains, the oceans, every life pulsating and connecting. I understood poetry as a barometer of that exchange. As a recording of the universe. Stripped of all pretension and obfuscation, as a shamanic mechanism to take us back to basics. And I decided to stop fucking about and live that mechanism. To make myself into a word engine.
2 years ago