there's too many of them, not enough of us, too many, too bombastic, too scheming and not enough praying to God that He hears us.
what are they all doing here?
and why.
waiting, sitting, talking, fighting.
deception, arrogance, ignorance.
there aren’t even any books, a camera, a guitar, anything.
very easily lovely.
those people swigging beer in thick glasses.
costly hors d’oeuvre
we should we could start with all of us.
the taking over of something, a building, a heart, a life.
that would make it all worthwhile, that would justify everything.
we could move the tables, bring some glasses, mattresses, pillows, our favorite shoes, old childhood stuffed animals.
and a little understanding and towels to clean up this mess.
cause why bother coming out, gathering here like this, without starting fires, tearing things apart, rebuilding everything we bemean?
oh how dare i not unlock these doors or replace the bulbs.
standing by politely right on through.
open the windows and change the lights and be ourselves together.
