Elegiac

Sometimes when I'm looking through notebooks or writing journals I find little elegiac verses that I composed when nothing else quite expressed my mood.

Sometimes nothing else will do.

Coca Cola

Cinnamon is the secret flavor

of Coca Cola

once you figure that out

it's appeal makes a lot more sense

Sometimes

as you get older

things you thought you'd come to regret

you don't

like that one time

at that one place

and you couldn't know then

all the defining moments

are different

than we think

and you realize

14 year olds

really do fall in love

and maybe adults

never really do

because love takes a certain innocence

that adults lack

the time before you knew

worry

or had awareness

of too many things

that

got

in

the

way

no more days

of eating orange creamsicles

and driving around

in that boy's car

with no where to go

and no one

you have to be

just full of questions

because they hold promise

questions hold possible

the wind in your hair

is just fine

sipping on that coca cola

you know it's good

straight from the bottle

sweating cause it's so cold

and you don't know why

you don't know about the cinnamon

you just know

it's delicious

if i exist

the way i see it

a sort of someone

sent from no where

and nothing

just air

it's all just make-believe

almost

almost

almost

almost real i guess

maybe

in another time zone

maybe

it means nothing

or everything

all at the same time

no where

nothing

no one

but a reminder

i suppose

that i still exist somewhere

if i do

destitute

the poverty

of your soul

makes me sad

because when my soul

knew yours

it was rich

and powerful

beyond measure

how do we deplete the treasure?

of a soul like that?

how did you?

was it easy?

or was it hard?

did you give it away?

or was it stolen?

i was going to lend you enough

shiny gold coins

no,

i was going to give you enough

shiny gold coins

to start over

again

but...

it seems as though

you are now a bum

who likes to look for change

in the gutter

and i can't get you to look up

long enough

to see what i'm offering you

all these brilliant coins

right here

in the palm of my hand

my

open

hand

and i watch

while you fish

through the fecund puddle

picking up dirty pennies