I will write more than you ever could read

and half of it is poetry

I will write more than you ever could read

crumbs, morsels of bread worth eating

rotting in bags on city streets

where hobos might be arrested for stealing,

caught rummaging through them.

I will write more than you ever could read

in alleyways with white paint

for the eyes who can't afford to eat

but have a little more time for literacy.


I will write more than you ever could read

and so will other people

the most delicious feasts will be available to some

but not to all

except for some of our words

left crammed in notebooks

lyrics unheard

beautiful fragile and sensual lyrics that cannot be heard

and some of them shouldn't.

I will write more than you ever could read

and some of the glory in that will just be

for the writer.


I will write more than you ever could read

and I will spend too long an untouched island of thoughts.

I will write more than you ever could read

and I will perfect writing

while too many are forced into illiteracy

while magic connections

would have been had

remain

forever

boxed in the brains and hearts and souls of people

in a world of screens

in a world that teaches fear of people

that jerks away from eye contact.


I will write more than you ever could read

and I will detach from the need to be read

though my words would cure the world of war

though my words would fix climate change

though my words would teach people to feed the hungry

though my words would teach those who never have felt hunger

to be hungry

I will write more than you ever could read

forever

like stars and quarks

so quirky in their universe

they never become hadrons.


for a new friend