Anyone
Can throw shit on a page
I have the proof at my office
Piled and sprawling like the compost fuel of dinosaur days.
Music
Real music
Flows
Into something that rolls into crashing waves
Beyond the square daily portioned life.
I am just anyone
Until I roll the music
But then, except for you
I’m alone
We
Are together because I couldn’t be one anymore.
Aren’t you the one I created
And aren’t all those others, my mother and father and others,
Others I created because I was afraid
Of maybe
The slim
Possibility
That
I am
Here
Alone
I wanted someone who could hear the crashing waves.