I take comfort in the fact that we are all alone together

people grow older, give up dreams, settle for less, for the reachable. plans fall through, there is accommodation, adulthood, loneliness, alcoholism, prozac, xanax, maybe some literature. psychotherapy, exoticism, nightclubs.

whatever doable, whichever drug of choice in order to forget it all.

and then there is not much living and a lot of staying alive. surviving. but I’ve seen it with my mother, my father, my friends. we will all go through this and we will all get through it as long as we stay tight.

alone, but together. in one whole solitary group.

it’s carnival again

and there is a street band on every corner, a couple in instant love on every street and so many costumes and beautiful things and not a care in the world. for five days, everything is perfect and allowed and crunched into a tiny bubble of happiness and alcohol…

and those who search for tragedy and sorrow will only find poetry. and those who do not belong are relished – for curbs have no prejudice and we, who are all sons and daughters of the great God above, will be accepted and cherished by the open arms of the church of asphalt tonight.