a beautiful mess
right now
everything is affecting everything is moving
sounds
creep in breaking the almost silence
traffic
from blocks away and the wind's fingers
finding cracks beneath the sill
watching
through windows at other persons lives
spending years being sentimental
laughing
in the midst of all this make believe sadness
perhaps it has become a fine art
like when you weep and someone makes you laugh
tasting saltwater in the smile
hmm...
they say something about times effect
I know the opposite is also true
violins are playing on the walls
and a solitary French horn
(the funniest of instruments...all that wetness inside)
what is the word for
when a mother cries and you think she should be happy?
now, what were you saying, oh yes,
a beautiful mess...
I like that