Ok

It’s a rhythm really

Just when - I think I will never need to write again 

I get trampled

On - ohh it would be easy to step aside 

But that’s what I’m built for - there’s a 

Charm in there somewhere - I hope not 

To find it in my dreams - I am tired 

I must at least pretend for a bit more 

How much more - well that’s for another day 

Today I write only to be ok  

Chords

 I met a man from Portugal

And I wanted to save him 

Not for me - but because 

He spoke French and Spanish 

And of course Portuguese 

And a sprinkle of  English 

How many languages can a man speak

And still be lost - it’s a long story 

And I’ll save it for another day when I’m stronger 

a dark forest theory

There is no paradox not really 

Time is the lynch pin - don’t you see it 

I exist here 

You there 

Or 

You exist here 

I there 

Either way we resist 

                         each - to reach out 

That’s no paradox - that’s a reality 

Given space - space we crave and dam 

And time it clicks by and bye and by 

A blessing to space and time and state 

Don’t you see - winter comes then will go 

Another year another fall - another and another 

It’s what we have 

It’s what is left 

Until or till 

One is strong 

Or 

One is left 

Riveting

It’s all a performance 

I’m a performance 

A down and out - here you go performance 

I doubt I will ever get back to what I was  

Before I knew what it was I was - it’s breaking 

This evolution into evolvement - even the cat 

Knows - he guards and waits / sits next to me 

Never on me - he knows what it is I am suppose 

To learn - his orange fur deepens into his ridges 

He will meet me on the other side - he’ll remember 

Me 

Acta Non Verba

And sometimes there is not enough time 

Not enough air to breathe - only a scent 

That inscribes a past 

Is it enough to know that years have passed 

That a no there was a nail driven - rivets really 

Rivets never come out 

So I’ll never see you when i see you - I’ll only 

See you when i sleep - and luckily i can sleep 

Anyplace, anytime - anywhere - so i’m lucky 

Can you say the same  

The economics of the ephemeral

For me it’s the economics of being a mother

To a son who is inches away yet miles from me 

A moment 

A joke, a connection - a semblance of a joint existence 

I’ll learn it all - if it can help me - lean into his life 

Perhaps if I lean in enough - if I learn enough - if I 

Grovel a bit 

It won’t be a Chinese Room* 

It will be a life - a life he leads with a job if he wants it 

Friends, lovers, books, texts to his mother that he is busy 

But Sunday for brunch would be nice - he’ll buy 

I want that - how do I get there - when he’s on repeat 

Scripting and flapping and bouncing - everything that was cute at 4 - at seventeen it’s knee bending - it’s my life 

How do I get out of my life 

How do I leave 

Knowing he remains 

* 1980 paper by the American philosopher John Searle, entitled "Minds, Brains, and Programs" and published in the journal Behavioral and Brain Sciences.^[1]

be

You don’t know what to do - so I’ll tell you 

Do what you want - what we have is 20 maybe 

25 more years - where we can stand upright 

Lift each foot for each step - embrace a pencil 

Button ourselves in - we have so little time  

Don’t waste it thinking on what to do - I’ll be ok 

You’ll be ok - what’s the worst that will happen 

Die

No - thats the best - I hear the other side welcomes 

The dead - and lets us rest - and we need rest - each 

Night 

Is too long and each day is too hot 

So to summarize - no worries - just be - and let us go