today I asked Hitler to kiss me -
to teach me of hatred and being alone;
today I asked Einstein to hold fast my hand -
to teach me of numbers and thinking alone.

a million lives lost their faux-type importance,
a million dreams fell to streets to be tread -
no warning to step soft upon drifting fantasy
fell from my lips (which are dry, sore and dead)

today I let history forget me and you -
it blew the rest of the world so far away;
today Dali taught me the beauty of clocks
(before he frightened Miss Muffet away).

the four little piggies ate the moon-leaping cow,
while the fifth ran home to adore Dickenson's skill-
Alice stepped down to watch Jack break the crown
which should have been placed on the head of his Jill.

today I asked God of the reason for life,
and his answer came booming and I felt impure;
today I asked Judas the reason for dreams,
and he told me of kisses and of ways to endure.

this morning I saw perfection in the face of the fallen;
i found grace from an angel with tattered, torn wings.
'round lunchtime I watched Jesus let go Mary's hand,
while the older Mary slept with no reason to sing.

just before dinner I lost my keys to your hand -
and you hid them before you would kiss me.
tonight, or this morning, which-ever it is,
this mind found the strength to just be.

07/21/2003

Posted on 07/21/2003
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