God has spoken
many times
by now..
But have we
listened?

And is The All
of gold that
which in utter
darkness
glistens?

And is The Eye..
that which
observes you
through
opaquest of
all lids,
as if it is
a crystal
lens?

Only The Devil
lets you
pay him …

The best game
to be playing
must be..
simply not
to play.

I love
to live
The All
of Life.

Along
with each
and every
one of her
own silly
little
games.

I blame
the monkeys
on my back..
and not
the shoulders
of the giant
upon which
they sit.

I do not blame
the legs
that stumble
towards yet
another hit..
only the monkey
hands by which
this vessel’s
steered.

I blame the animal.
I do not blame
The Man …

If only
the courageous
drink
champagne..
Then
only the reckless
drink
straight vodka.

Reckless abandon
still arrives to both
eventually, in a way..
merely a question
of required
volume.

It is our mute
that live
the happiest
with our deaf.

The former
has nothing
to speak of..
that the latter
wouldn’t hear
if it were said.

Nothing
to give upon
The Other..
that The Other
doesn’t have
the senses
to receive.

Our mute
and deaf,
at once …

We’ve played
a-many games
with Life..
both God
and Devil
knows.

One game
we’ve yet
to play until
just now..
is venerable
Dominos.

We aren’t
playing it,
however,
by the old,
established
rules.

We set our
pieces upright,
one by one..
along whichever
path we choose.

And …

But aren’t I..
just fishing?
Well.. I guess
so, yeah.

The All of Life
is fishing though.
Just reel and cast.

Wait patiently..
until you feel
its gentle
nibble bite.

But once you do,
you set the hook..
and then hold on
to it.. for your
dear Life.

How dare eye,
carelessly,
presume to be
the mouthpiece
for הַשֵּׁם?

Shall I be crucified
or excommunicated
for such grievous and
heretical offense?

Truth is..
I never claimed
to be the lips
or tongue that
animates
the motions
of His mouth.

I never claimed
to be The Eye …

What sort of woman
do I love beyond
all words?

The One
with whom I’ve
bled together
for a common
cause.

The One
with whom I’ve
built the empire
of our shared
dreams.

The One
who loved me
through The All
of joy and sorrow
that I brought …

Let’s play
a bit of spin
the bottle..
just the two
of us tonight.

Whichever way
it lands.. you kiss
the closest one
clockwise.

Or else, get kissed
by closest one
counter-clockwise
from where
you sit.

Bottle of what?
I do not always
drink.. stay
thirsty friends,
Dos Equis …