A Harmony of Dosing
(for Laura Mattingly, Brett Evans, Janine Hayes, Geoff Munsterman, & Vincent Cellucci)
If only money and pussy and drugs really did make the world go round, then most of us would be set. If the outcome of every shooting was a savior, if the music was a thread to patch holes, if desire went one way straight to the one and back, and if the oceans were safe and if the words we let out spilled over into the ears of the people who love us, if the day was about beginnings and endings, if the sunset was a surprise, the faces of strangers inviting, the bird's call a cacophony of kisses, if you could make whole the broken person beside you with just the right pressure of touch, and because you wanted to, if you could convince someone of how they look shining from the inside and all the time, if the moment when looking skyward at night on the river you felt like you were floating upstream and the clouds were as lost as you and the river lapped quiet at the mud and if you danced, you danced, and if you river sticked it, you were perfect, and it went on forever.
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