full of mysteries
pondered by
far greater men,
greater minds
than I will
ever have,
I remain
steadfastly
oblivious.
oblivious.
I cannot explain
God
or even say
that I have
not doubted.
Why is there
war,
famine,
children whose
only company
is painful
abuse?
abuse?
Am I small
then,
that I sit back
quietly after
a couple of
beers
and wonder
what it is
that makes
and wonder
what it is
that makes
one person
fall in love
with another?
What it is
then,
that would
make her see
something in
me?
She is beauty.
A princess of
jazz, raised
at the feet
of it's greats.
A player
of roles and
singer of songs,
the most
positive person
I've known.
She is
all Ojai,
and trips
to the beach,
flash-popping
slow strolls
at red carpet
events and
slightly disappointed
that her new
vegan lifestyle
means no more
foie gras in
France.
I am ugly.
at the feet
of it's greats.
A player
of roles and
singer of songs,
the most
positive person
I've known.
She is
all Ojai,
and trips
to the beach,
flash-popping
slow strolls
at red carpet
events and
slightly disappointed
that her new
vegan lifestyle
means no more
foie gras in
France.
I am ugly.
The son of
a farmer,
childhood
shared shoulder
to shoulder
with five
other kids for
whom work
meant bent backs
and blistered
hands.
I am the
saddest man
I know, and I
couldn't shake
the South from
me if I wanted.
I hunted deer
in my youth,
still love a rare
steak.
I drink beer
from the can and
did time in
the joint
for a while.
What is it
then,
that the universe
uses to
decide who
will fall in love
with whom,
that is the
question
that keeps me
awake. What
makes two
people
soul-mates?
a farmer,
childhood
shared shoulder
to shoulder
with five
other kids for
whom work
meant bent backs
and blistered
hands.
I am the
saddest man
I know, and I
couldn't shake
the South from
me if I wanted.
I hunted deer
in my youth,
still love a rare
steak.
I drink beer
from the can and
did time in
the joint
for a while.
What is it
then,
that the universe
uses to
decide who
will fall in love
with whom,
that is the
question
that keeps me
awake. What
makes two
people
soul-mates?
And what does
she see in me?
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