ramble @ 12:30pm

shining like the heaven
above the parting trees,
glory glory, lovely prize.
my eyes oft deceived
by cosmic oddities
and the notion of desire
and the idea of pain and love
this terrible world
where we are believers
and the vaudevillian deceivers
in glowing victory
staring at the moon
and howling at nothing.
sometimes I get heartburn
when I think about the
poor little priests and rabbis
and the nonbelievers alike.
but the answer is worth its
weight in gold, just like hope.
nothing will ever be as good
as a memory of that one day
when you finally did something.