Baby
Today I start over a wise baby feeling his way through the
carpeted life crawling almost drunk tripping holding on the chair while the
adults with their cigarettes laugh from on high, larger angels that smile down
on my failures and petty triumphs.
Today I remember that I was once their pre-born angel and that I saw
them tripping and drunk laughing in their college dorms as babies themselves and that
I wanted to be them then, too.
Today I walk, a tottering an old man on wet streets frozen
with stale piss and the writings of all the holy prophets with a trail of light
and corpses behind me in my six inch wake. I look up in the sky and I see my life emblazoned there,
and I see the glory and the waste and the love and the beingness of it all and
I miss it and love it and want it forever and ever and ever.
Again, and amen.
Eric Marley
December 2013
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