By the second verse I had the noticeable feeling of not wanting to continue. By the middle, I just kept writing because I was in a channeling flow with that knowing, otherly voice, but was keenly aware this “poem” was not at all poetic:

I'm in a room
My stomach is full
and I'm not cold

I don't have enough money
for a new timing chain for my truck
My doctor can't tell me
what the pit
in my stomach is
the pain in my heart
or why my genitals hurt

1.

In my old job
In my Old Life
I said Everything
And Nothing at all.

In my New Life
my goal
is to raise the bar
to slightly Above Nothing
the sacred Sweet Spot.

Yes,
you could say
I knew the man
We’d walked many
miles
Not all at once

mind you
in many pieces

This particular piece
I met him at his truck

The writing of this poem is emblematic of how I write 99% of my poetry. I woke up in the 2 o’clock hour with 3-5 dream sequences fresh on my mind that were lucid and memorable, poignant and movie-like. Out of the norm, I did not have a first line or verse present itself, but it was the dream sequences that impelled me to rise.

A longer poem that builds to a powerful affirmation of living a courageous life:

“A real reading
is in the Church of Nature–outdoors

a real reading
comes from the Church of God–in the Soul

a real reading
is from the Church of the Heart–deep inside”