I never thought it could look like this

but it does, our rebirth is not limited

to dollars, cents

hang ups that drag us out

into temperamental

ejaculatory comas

we can’t forget what made

the colors mix

we can’t forget why we put

the fire out and ran toward beaches

sand between our toes

and sun kissed necks

craning to get higher and higher

to kiss the sun back

we can’t forget the astronauts

the cowboys

the strippers

the bedridden carebears

doing everything but anything

remotely real

we can’t forget why we have tried

we can’t forget that we have tried

we’re all going to make it some day

WITHOUT THE FUCKING VALET

OR A WIKIPEDIA PAGE

we can’t forget that when we’re alone

we have to think

replenish

and relinquish all that makes us

want to be alone.

GODSPEED

WITHOUT THE PRAYER

AND WITH PLENTY OF ERROR.