Spasm

I wonder if it is possible to have both achievement and art.
Does drive take from us our wonder?
If we form an uneasy alliance with monotony
does that take away our fire?

Last night I reconnected with Stephanie,
B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N,
I wanted to crawl through the wire.
It was so good to hear that voice.
A voice from that time when
I felt like more.
I let every word she said wash over me.
We spoke of love, death, destiny, and regret.
We spoke like wild things but completely devoid
of judgment.


This song has been on my mind for days:

(I was introduced by a child fair-haired and
she politely corrected me when
I said, "Annie.")

I used to find meaning in bourbon and beer.
Today I sat on a park bench eating roasted beets in the sunshine
and I thought about how long it has been since I lived this way
and I was truly missing
out.