Poloroid Documentation 10.02.12

I invite you to come sit 

inside my mellow mind, 

and consider how:

a full glass is only good, 

because we are supposed 

to drink it.

Men won't be men.

And all the children suffer,

Eating pie, and cakes and never

knowing about the yeast or 

the whole grains, ground into flour, cuz
no one will teach them real truth.

There are too many gaps,

too many frayed edges.

This is reason to dispair...

But chords can be patched.

And the knots can make 

the most sense in their strength.

I watched your hands

move swiftly, uncovered,

in the cold air. I'd like to 

feel them sometime, maybe 

on a warm beach where 

our shivers have stopped and

are stomachs are full from laden cups.