I think I’ll keep the poetry flowing for a bit. This is a favorite, circa 1996. And yes, an itty bitty beat poet does live in my brain.
a poem by d.b. mcneill
It is the difference between having and wanting.
It is the difference between water and light.
It is the difference between sleeping and waking
to scream in eternal night.
There is an angel who’s fallen to human.
He’s pushing his way through the crowd.
He’s come to tell you that you should be drinking.
You should be drinking and thinking aloud.
He has the face of a pugilist
but ah, you could drown in those eyes.
He’s come to tell you the things you believe
that were born in the light
and the things you believe that are lies.