Rolling Snake Eyes

it matters not the source or inspiration
or even where the road will lead
as
we will all lay down together
one day

in fields of green under granite stones
born...
died...
here lies a mother, father, sister, brother

what about friend?

laughter has become such a rarity these days
I wonder if I remember,
or even how
the sound would be
if it came, snickering my way

constant dialogue running in the back of my head
behind every thought
along side this constant chatter coming in from somewhere
endless,
pressed together without real meaning
repeat.
say what?
never mind
it continues, non-stop

in the cool of the afternoon sun
the words dance,
I hear them
in the heat of the midnight rain
they continue, 
tap, tap

lulls and highs are almost incoherent
and yet, at the same time
soothing in a crazy, insane kind of way
together like sparrows on a very tiny limb
baby beak opens for food,
and I almost feel like I'm dreaming
with my eyes open wide

take my hand if you can find it
I may have left it back about a mile or so
cleaning shards on a hot summer day
is enough to make you forget

everything
anything,

this...