Cabin Fever

The Phlem In Our Hearts, The Pain In Our Souls

5-22-04

(ahem...I'd like to say a few words right now, if I could...)

I owe a debt of service
to every picture taken of all of us
and a pirate's boots
for every word ever mangled
while toasting our charms
or regurgitating our claims of pain.
These lines go out to anyone-
ANYONE, I'm sure-
to anyone
who's ever heard these words.
My pictures are my keys
and my words are the avenue.
What I lack is a means to get me
from one to the other.
What's in the mind and what's in the heart
are missing the vehicle
to get between the two.
Snapshots of my eyes, soul and spirit;
they lay idly while I percolate
and meditate, sometimes dumbfoundedly.
I don't offer answers, just descriptions.
The rest is up to the questions you ask of me
at the time of whatever it is I'm feeling.
When I know too much of me,
I don't know what to say anymore
and now when I don't know enough
I choose not to speak at all.
This is a faulted blessing
but it's something I need to know I own.