4/30/08
7:26 AM
though my mentors warn against it,
here’s hoping ...
that heaven has a corner serving coffee and double-bag green tea
where you can smoke some decent tobacco without disapproving looks
in the company of so many people whose views i’ve come to miss
since their departure joins the growing list ...
hoping that they save a large leather chair with arms
where i can comfortably slouch and spend more time listening
to the subtlety of formed thought and words
and bask in the beauty of their spirit
which i only allowed myself to glimpse
through preoccupation ...
that i might see through the paintings and surfaces
to the fires that formed them
and the flavors of passion ...
that heaven isn’t politics ...
