“I went to the woods to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
We arrived after dark, fell into the pillow top mattress, cracked a beer and said hello to a shot of Virgin Bourbon.
Among the jets of worry,
And the smile I had always seen,
The smile that took everything out of my mind,
And left life unseen.
But it wasn’t the smile—the following day,
That I saw the eyes beyond the pupils.
There was a bleeding fire about his life,
I’d never seen before.
Beautiful flashes, reaching into a darkness—
Never needing control,
He propped me up in a soliloquy;
I placed it in the category of solitary,
And it suits me.
I’ve been off my meds, longer than I’ve enjoyed his mind—
What a beautiful mind.