Create

Create

To create 

is to work out of a 

warehouse space,

empty wire shelves

with rows and rows

of god knows what 

and could’ve been anything

tiptoeing through memories

brushing away leaves

to see 

if what I see 

has the capability of

making the blind believe.

Learning to pray 

for daily bread

is a simile given by surprise,

like when you look up and see 

she’s got really nice eyes 

or when you come to realize

just how hard 

unmet expectations 

are to take.

A sad soul 

can kill you faster than dope,

but I think everyone begins 

with at least a tinge of hope;

to finish something

is like a mother and daughter holding hands 

on the way to school,

dropping her off

only to say,

“Have a good day.”

That’s it,

learning to be alive

when no one has ever lived,

starting to make love 

with what you see,

taking the audience on your lap,

placing their hands up,

holding the steering wheel together

and asking,

“How does that feel?”

Words that are not read

are like masturbation in bed,

an orgasm imagined,

but not one to feel;

come closer to touch

just this once

and see 

if you see 

what I see

then I might see

that this monster 

in my head

is make believe.

To make something 

out of nothing 

is more than anything 

when this world

has been designed to fall apart;

a refresher course on history

or Biblical allegory,

maybe Matthew 18:3,

grow up 

to become like children

and then we might see.

It takes more than one belief,

but three things remain:

FAITH

to form a man from dust,

HOPE

to continue in a world full of no’s,

and LOVE

to learn to let go.