3467. OCCASIONAL EFFERVESCENCE (MALAGA)

OCCASIONAL 

EFFERVESCENCE

(Malaga)

Occasional effervescence has left me in sync;

I am laughing my ass off over here at the sink:

Malaga and me, together. On the one hand,

she holds all the dishes in front of her face

while is swearing never to eat again. We are

exchanging straws and mixing spit. It always

seems to go like this : I am once again in love

with something, over me and above. Life, Liberty,

or  -  shit and all  -  the pursuit of happiness again.

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There never moves an issue as does the wind of

emotion : a wispy feeling passing by, encouraging

all things, influencing the cuff.  The daylight brilliance

shines its way in through a window, glinting now off

cups of a blue Delft China. Why? I'll truly never

know; it all just is. We can acknowledge whichever

motives we may wish, but what comes through is

only one certain, distracted, momentary version

of Truth  -  the same Truth for all things and

for all time. Malaga, still standing near this

sink, seems willing now to understand.

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Before long, the daylight wanes.

Just as soon, we too are gone.