we are here

on the eleventh floor of a condo...typing poetry on a lap top

writing songs and eating pasta

smoking cigarettes and watching cable tv

looking and talking and swaying and singing and hitting the soft keys...

we are here

in the alley

shooting dope, smoking crack, drinking mad dog 20 20

hope and hearts broken like a beer bottle....

we are here

in the third world

starving out a living...breathing in the left overs

a michael jordan t shirt in a pigmy dream....

we are here

in the clouds

spirits floating on a loved ones prayers

ghosts in the corner of your eye

angels in a heartbeat...

we are here....we are us and them.......we are here