failure- it's the new success in a "developed" world where ball-brawling cavemen become imperial business moguls, where nobody starves but some drown in greed,
I've seen too much drank too much, too many philosophical conversations coffeehouses and decrepit alleys are littered with my open-mic ghosts, motels with the one-night
Thorn forests and lilac weed-flowers, crinkling critical newspaper hours, dry hills in early August, lonely book rooms of glorious must, bread and cheese and bread,
in the taco house artists and lawyers gather: carne building blocks at the hospital the human spirit moans and exults in struggle by the gas station great swaths of glowing flowers:
the good goes hand in hand with the bad like the rocky coast where the sea meets the land, the warm breeze blowing fall leaves into winter's icy hand the good goes hand in hand