Sometimes, when I write,
Not on a whim of fancy flight,
No -- on a matter of desire,

Sometimes, I delve too deep
Like a dreamer lost in sleep
When all the world's afire

And sometimes, I think
This time I've passed the brink,
In my desire to learn

Through empathic guided dreams,
And this time, it seems
I might never return.

Denial of others
is an easy thing,
Label them
responsible for
everything,
If they are gone,
We'll all
be okay.

We hear the same tune,
Everywhere we go,
Among our friends,
Small office spaces,
Family members,
the black sheep,
Don't you know.

Corporate meetings
in board room splendor,
Fingers are pointed
at those,
Identifying those who disturb our peace,
Interrupt our greed.

Blame becomes epidemic,
Get rid of them,
We'll all be okay.

Pulpits of every denomination
scream at
those who would be so,
Just get rid of them
We'll all be okay.

Changing times
enemies become allies,
The doomsday clock
moves up a notch,
Get rid of them
then we'll all be
okay.

Well,  it's just
you and me,
As Dylan said
"I won't be the last to leave."

Get rid of them,
I'll be okay,
We both say,
I look at you,
You look at me.

Alone at last,
No one else to blame,
I'm looking in the mirror,
I'm pointing at
me,
Get rid of him,
Then we'll all
be
okay.

He writes with wisdom,
Careful insight, understands
People, life and land.

The walls around me are still breathing
the smoke of your last cigar.
I remember how you used to
let me wrap you around my fingers
like a velvet ring
and the way you were staring
into me
while I was braiding your hair
with the sky, the ground
and the sea.


I remember it was
the last day on Earth
of our embrace.