One Moment

Coffee starved
no need for sex
or drugs or on
this rare occasion
rock and roll
beyond caffeine.

If only you knew what you knew you knew and I knew too
maybe we could see what we see and be freely

I feel I need to disclaim every word
not necessarily the ones I said but
the ones you thought you heard
the ones who went to hell with
you & back via chimney sack
to Santa Fe or some other
western town because
sometimes they all
look the same to
someone like
me who has
never been
west of
Ohio
except once or twice across the border in Auburn, Indiana

What would you say if I said what I said without qualification
instead of without quality or at least the quality you might desire?

What would you think if I stunk like a skunk and broke out
of my funk only to find my way into another zoo that might
or might not have anything to do with you or me either?

Maybe I just need a breather.

What would you want if wanting it all ensured nothing was had
and everything was bad between us and beyond?

What if I told you I love you and meant it and it was still not enough
and life was still rough around the edges and we still had to live
in hedges and hmms and hems and haws and oblique caterwauls?

And what if a moment is all we need
to see that I am you and you are me
and we have always been both
many and one?

 
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  • 9/23/2010 7:48 AM chris wrote:
    moments of clarity.... are rare gifts.

    nice poem... as per the usual..

    On a lighter note:

    John have you forgotten how to write a fuck poem? I haven't seen one posted in a while. Just wondering what's happened to all the angst?
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    1. 9/23/2010 8:16 AM Jesus Crisis wrote:
      I've never started (or stopped) writing fuck poems.
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      1. 9/23/2010 9:06 AM chris wrote:
        It was meant to be a friendly poke...
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        1. 9/23/2010 9:14 AM Jesus Crisis wrote:
          and was taken so
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  • 9/23/2010 9:52 AM Joy wrote:
    we all need a breather sometimes or we won't have enough air...
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  • 9/23/2010 10:40 AM Marc Over Marc wrote:
    Hey,
    Great write! A link came up -- in my mind -- I don't know quite how it relates, but I think it's related more to your other posts today. -- "Maybe I Think Too Much" by Paul Simon. If you have heard it or would like to google the lyrics, I think you will get a big laugh.
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    1. 12/18/2011 1:07 PM John B wrote:
      Thanks, bro. I just renamed this poem "Moment Tarry" and am thinking about including it in my new chapbook Water Works (the final poem selection is taking longer than I anticipated).
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  • 9/23/2010 11:27 PM Dr Ken Weinstock wrote:
    Worst drivel I've seen on this site since something by Ray McNiece.



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  • 9/25/2010 8:18 AM Tara wrote:
    If he loved me, it would have been enough.
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  • 9/25/2010 6:57 PM Elena wrote:
    What if? I answered with another poem...
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