have another

[Canofceleri]

through a clear night's drive

i take my brother for his words

his words for their sounds

through smiling eyes

sidestepping poor grammar

and the notsowords which clutter

his faultering philosophies

all against NPR's cool taste in jazz

 

i think he's crazy

but i've never been so inclined to

just keep on smiling

and wonder how many great people there are in the world

with such colorful ideas

 

and then it happened,

the monthly epihany...

every stranger

every man that i see

that i avoid eye contact with

on the way into the grocery

has the potential to be great,

or deaf, or happy, or dumb,

or bad luck, or

insane.

or perfectly normal.

yeah, okay.

 

oh, how i wouldn't have it any other way.

i don't know how you brought me to

such broad and likely-to-be-thought-of conclusions

oh my brother

but i owe my life to you for it,

good friend