sowing seed

sowing seed

They said a guy like him 

must be crazy to write

something like the “Contraries”,

an essay that claimed marriage 

was actually a contract 

between good and evil,

said Heaven needed Hell,

and proposed duality 

as not only a necessity,

but noted that opposing energy 

is a requirement for a society 

to be progressing.

“Do you always have to be so heavy?”

The memory of her scent across the table

is stronger than the drink 

that was in front of me,

“Maybe it has to be,” I said.

“But doesn’t it seem like life

could be summarized 

as a series of never ending compromise?”

It’d be like a baby 

being born during a pandemic disease,

an America that had run on on Dunkin,

became a people controlled by fear,

and the view from His manger 

was a country in need of saving,

but each time He returns 

our Christ is infantilized,

without milk from the breast of life

the dreams inside Him die

and as His potential isn’t realized

while the ones He was supposed to save 

have Him instead crucified.

“How do we know if we don’t try?”

She looked me in the eyes,

“You read my mind.”

“Wait,” I said. “I meant with the work.”

“So now you’re still saying 

that you don’t have the time?”

It’s hardly amusing

when you see the same situation

recurring in your life,

the books stack up

and the ideas come alive,

but the one’s 

with whom you share your time

walk in and out the revolving door 

of a heart that thinks best 

when it’s sore. 

Sowing seed in the morning, 

in the evening keeping your hands busy,

for it is written,

“You don’t know what will succeed,

this one or that,

or whether they will do equally well.”

Hell, it’s a lot of fun to dream,

but it’s exhausting to go without sleep.

To create 

is to have a one night stand 

with greatness,

nine months later when you finish

you beget another bastardized kid,

poetry becomes illegitimacy 

when meaning 

is lost in translation,

but sometimes,

when the days have drawn on

and the nights confuse you,

the stars will align

with your perfect line,

and that’s the time

someone will write back

and say, “I thought you knew my life.”