Tonight I can write the saddest lines

tonight i can drink beer and read some Neruda.

feliz cumpleaños señor Pablo.

*Andy Garcia

...

you

pray 

for a never-ending 

harmony 

that exposed 

your

innocence 

and predilections

 for that

uncertain 

butter-soft 

fragility 

of the human 

spirit 

melting 

the essence 

of your 

sweet 

heart

and rebellious 

psyche 

into one 

coherent 

soul.

This Old Guitar

my old acoustic guitar, 

the sole witness 

during those rare 

times where i can 

wear 

my heart on 

my sleeve.

 

In Solitude...

I found a long-sought

soft self-comforting freedom

a heart-rousing understanding

governed not by the common reason

but by untamed emotions.

*

...early Sunday morning, driving on a deserted Southfield Freeway. the sun's rays are trying to break through the grey clouds' spell. Michigan in winter; beautiful and lonely.