Sitting here 
in dark
Chopin plays
then Bach
watch ticks
and I 
being none 
hear all
as reminders 
that I’m 
not alone 
in these
early hours
when I 
have words
my friends 
to write 

Yes he said 
yes I remember 
yes I did 
I still do 
so we will 
the next time 
because we never 
did last time 
because life did
as life does 
we had things 
to learn first 
funny this now 
after all that 
we’re right back 
at the same 
place as before 
I guess this 
is love then
we knew it 
before and now 

Someone once said 
I’d never want 
your life well
shit
how do you 
ever follow that 
gee thanks no 
really gee thanks 
it’s not so 
bad but maybe 
from over there 
I’m not pulling 
my hair out 
running around like 
a mad man 
free at last
from the asylum 
so I see
things so what 
so I hear
things so what 
someone has to 
so that the 
rest can go 
about as deaf
and blind as 
the day born 

Sitting and thinking 
letting my mind 
run off leash
brings with it 
such a sense 
it’s almost like 
love except no 
more like lust
desire for understanding 
a thirst craving 
appetite to swim 
in the unknown 
to dive deeper 
and see things 
no one has 
only to climb 
back out crawl 
back let go 
of this my
favorite place my 
happiest happy place 
to deal with 
the insipid march

It’s always the trumpet 
which hangs above somewhere 
near the ceiling up
high and slides slowly 
out of the door 
and then comes back 
like an anxious dog 
waiting for his walk
coming and going and 
coming back reminding me 
that it’s his turn 
the trumpet’s anxious loneliness 
to be free soon
invites and expects me 
to always follow it
on the adventure trail