and I take my daily dose of chili peppers...every day, that's right

Take me to the place I love,
where poetry flies around
like birds and I
can be

Without ever being forced to realize
just how much being
I am doing.

Take me to the place
where music beats to the sound
of my footsteps on the path of my choosing
and plays, cold in the chilly nights.

The chilly nights that I
don't even notice, so warm am I, wrapped up in
thoughts, uniquely mine--
they're spilling onto every surface, now.

Take me to that place of mine,
that place of my construction,
where I might paint the sky
and write the rhythms of the seasons,

As letters fall from my mouthy trees like
leaves in autumn,
coating the ground in
the possibility of
so much
color.