Blue Stars
It�s nights like this when I just wanna
walk the streets in encompassing blackness
screech of tires
rustle of leaves
incandescent orange lights beaming into my path
but because I don�t have a path it makes a difference
in that I can only now feel that too
feel the bulbs baring
because tonight is a night like when I want to
feel because a night when everything
I can feel is beautiful
A blood blister I obtain from
stepping on a pebble adds to the moment
the pain is instantaneous and soon
becomes not like pain, rather
a wave of comfort, ambience
as I �
absorb my new reality in a
flood! of experience I taste
because feeling is what I�m here to do tonight
You find it strange I must
feel at 1:47 in the morning
( a Friday morn or you would but
you are in sleep dreaming
not of me, but rather
non sequitor sound clips of things you�ve seen
in a day convulsing neatly in sunny images
a car crash?
a disease?
oh a devestation
Why do we dream of such things ?
To dream is not to feel
you cannot feel as you dream
only think
I prefer to feel at 1:47 in the A.M.
( a Thursday night
because I think
to sleep is to forget to feel
I step
tingling step after thrilling step
forward into a night of blue stars!
Sparkling to exist
As if I could recall what feeling was like�
5/16/02