The man in me is crying
while the woman
drives the car.
She’s always been
the stronger one,
and how we got this far.
But then he rises up to say-
kindness is not weakness, hey.
And again we all trade places.
The man in me is crying
while the woman
drives the car.
She’s always been
the stronger one,
and how we got this far.
But then he rises up to say-
kindness is not weakness, hey.
And again we all trade places.
Two minds, one minder. (We welcome Tess to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay
I used to wish that
I had been
named Lullaby
so I could go to bed
with every body,
every night.
I was so silly.
I didn’t even need that name at all!
A sweet dream for sweet dreams. – mh clay
There’s beauty in the breakdown –
maybe everybody says that.
Seems like everybody knows that.
i don’t know.
But what we leave out constantly –
or maybe no one knows it –
or maybe it’s so obvious, it shows –
Is the logic.
There’s logic in the breakdown, too –
it’s just not the first thing calling.
Logic is less primal.
It’s more patient,
in less pain –
and it’s humbled in the presence
of a strength it can’t explain.
Cuz there are just some instances
when things come up
that override the brain.
And that’s when you’re the furthest,
farthest,
fathomest,
away
from being what we think of as insane.
Here it is; a logical explanation for all this crazy. – mh clay