Revolutionary Dirty Pictures

it was a lovely weekend
spent together in a sort of
cloudy mumbling
drawing out ideas
in comments
made in
after thoughts

piecing together
future
tearing apart past

all the while, adjusting,
adjusting
adjusting to
the hour,
the minute,

moment
by
moment

suddenly 'now' came calling
and glasses full and empty
shattered everywhere

letting now be allowable-
allowing the now to just be-
is like catching a ride
with the tiger of time
outracing any thoughts
worth a dime

thoughts based on
memory
charading
far too long
as a measure of truth

oh, faulty
memory!
oh, untrustworthy
truth!

pictures are drawn.
pictures can be erased
- whitewashed -
scribbled over.
let go of, given out
-mailed away in an envelope

to europe or africa-

then carefully,
so very still,
painted over
with brush strokes
you never knew existed
and colors that have yet
to become real.

and the now becomes real.
the now becomes real.
the now becomes real.
just like that.
forever.
just for now.