Happiness is
beer and/or wine and/or liquor
and cigarettes (if you smoke)
after a long hard day of work
after deciding not to do
laundry or mop or do yoga or to
go running
after a crush says "hi"
and you haven't a clue
how to push it forward
'cause your awkward
(this stage is the purest
anyway).
and having had stimulants you're just a manic
ecstatic
smile.
Goddamn pure joy's
realizing most people try
and you can help them
by being good to yer
self.
To someone else, you see,
it's happening:
obviously they're "different",
by the way they refuse to be
indifferent.
smiling, radiates.
They are okay, they are happy,
they are that cool,
Honest,
Let go.
Even more damn happy
thinking about my mother who
always plays by her writing,
drawing squares with arrows around the words,
under-lining and over-lining and boxing and returning,
to the first square, going over it again,
emboldening the arrow
over - under - lining and
talking on the phone
about a strike-out that should be double underlined
but only if that which was crossed really belongs
considering her friend on the other line's reiterated posit.
Two arrows.
what does it even mean? what does it
all mean when you are
happy?
Infinite arrows.
a strike-out turned in-
to a pair of
infinite errors,
to strike-outs!
to the fact that the word (and the world) remains!
(boxed now, probably)
(unless you smother
et!)
can still be un-. to the booze!
oh, ho, steal. to the muse!
to the guitar!
to the neighbor who drinks and chats the
ambrosia!
to the beer bringing hunger!
so that you
Make dinner.
Call it art. And, browse albums
where you see
A friend's photo: They have
a lover by the one
side,
and you cry cause you're senti-
mental.
Until a phone call:
for porch beers
but with my dear (though I'm not theirs).
With them (all)
and conversation
Happiness
is.
beer and/or wine and/or liquor
and cigarettes (if you smoke)
after a long hard day of work
after deciding not to do
laundry or mop or do yoga or to
go running
after a crush says "hi"
and you haven't a clue
how to push it forward
'cause your awkward
(this stage is the purest
anyway).
and having had stimulants you're just a manic
ecstatic
smile.
Goddamn pure joy's
realizing most people try
and you can help them
by being good to yer
self.
To someone else, you see,
it's happening:
obviously they're "different",
by the way they refuse to be
indifferent.
smiling, radiates.
They are okay, they are happy,
they are that cool,
Honest,
Let go.
Even more damn happy
thinking about my mother who
always plays by her writing,
drawing squares with arrows around the words,
under-lining and over-lining and boxing and returning,
to the first square, going over it again,
emboldening the arrow
over - under - lining and
talking on the phone
about a strike-out that should be double underlined
but only if that which was crossed really belongs
considering her friend on the other line's reiterated posit.
Two arrows.
what does it even mean? what does it
all mean when you are
happy?
Infinite arrows.
a strike-out turned in-
to a pair of
infinite errors,
to strike-outs!
to the fact that the word (and the world) remains!
(boxed now, probably)
(unless you smother
et!)
can still be un-. to the booze!
oh, ho, steal. to the muse!
to the guitar!
to the neighbor who drinks and chats the
ambrosia!
to the beer bringing hunger!
so that you
Make dinner.
Call it art. And, browse albums
where you see
A friend's photo: They have
a lover by the one
side,
and you cry cause you're senti-
mental.
Until a phone call:
for porch beers
but with my dear (though I'm not theirs).
With them (all)
and conversation
Happiness
is.