Tuesday, April 29, 2014

The Horoscope for Eighteen January, Twenty Fourteen

I have moments when I feel I can't survive
The fierce pleasure of being alive. Nor will I.
That's when life arrives peppered with being
Alive. Peppered steak, pepperjack cheese, peppery
Cabernet. Life is a cabaret old chum! Come
Taste the way plays play! You listen and say
What is it? I will say the rain. No mill necessary
To grind here. The flavor's mad sufficient
Unto the hour. My wife, my spouse, makes me
A being for whom life's worth living, a writer
For whom life's worth writing, a stuttering
Dream, a rain-soaked mystery in red rock desert.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.