Malcolm James Furst

Words, words, words

Archive for February, 2009

Food chain

Fish guts
no guts, no glory
glory hallelujah
hallelujah chorus
chorus line
line up
Up and at’em
Atom bomb
bombs away
away in a manger
manger scene
scene stealer
Steeler’s football
football game
game day
day and night
night crawlers

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time,
I was extraordinary.
Now it’s the ordinary
that I cling to.

Without a doubt,
I live my life.
I’m so very very sure
of all I do.

I once knew love.
I once made magic.
I had faith in everyone.
Now it’s faith I lack.

Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in magic?
Do you have faith in anyone?
Can I get mine back?

This Kiss

This kiss
my lips
your tongue
our noses
your neck
my ears
your shoulders
your hips
hope
and
above
all else,
this kiss.

Maslow’s Hierarchy, My Ass.

Our lives in the modern world are just too damned easy. Maslow was off the mark. After taking care of our basic needs, need for belonging, safety and all, we don’t have time for self-actualization. We’re too busy checking the thread count on our sheets. Well,  not all of us.

“Bring me something hot to drink” teaches us a lesson about the human condition. In a world in which we can be so particular, there’s nothing like a heat wave to show us what’s really important.

If only we thirsted for each other the way we thirst for something hot on a cold day or something cold on a hot day, we just might reach out and touch someone, and grow for having shared our souls.

Temporal chain.

One last time
time wasted
wasted space
space travel
travel plans
plans now
now playing
playing for keeps
keeps busy
busy beaver
beaver tail
tail end
end of days
a days time.

2/14

In both moments of passion and moments of reason
I wonder if I have the heart for this season
of chocolate and roses and fluttering hearts
that always end up broken.

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