Glad, To Wait, To Find You, Here Poem by Max McGovern

See its really rather funny,
That we use these things
Like money
To induce a certain state:
I’m feeling great
And how bout you?

In the time before this trouble
There was emptiness and cuddle
Shooting space and timeless grace
A preconception, peopled few.

When the blood is getting drier,
Use a wetter or a dyer
Use a blotter and a sponge
And both expunge and then foretell.

Use an upper not a downer
There’s a sideways glance
Reversed.
Tell these tales until you’re tired
Tell them now or be coerced.

Tell a tale about a bottle,
Peel the label, push the throttle
Start a ticker
watch it flicker
And then cease to start again.

A ghost will come to greet you,
Then you know you’re knowings new
And the wind will
blow you by
in bits
Of threes and bits of two.

There’s a lot of love and laughter
There a spinning formless grace
There’s a daughter! There’s her shafter!
And a jackass in this place.

Then the fire of the placement,
In the basement
Says its true.
There’s a lot of love about and
All these atoms
favor you.

Once a wicked thought desire,
Wondered when I would return
And I told him, as I tell you,
“When the wood no longer burns.”

When the trees are left in madness
And the leaves are all erased
When the cities burn and crumble
And the clown is off his face.

When the empty turns to shallow
And the water levels pure.
Time to conjure up some magic
And some mushrooms
And a cure.

When I have my golden cape
Adorned with furs and lining red,
And the white of all the fur
Shines the brighter for the dead.

If all creatures yield their powers,
If one cowers they all fall.
As a domino I found you
As one too now
I stand tall.

When the leaks in all these walls
Turn from black to white in haze
And my fingerings delight in every
Inch upon this page.

I will come back
when you meet me,

Figures right?
For then I’m found.

But until then
I’ll just lay here,
In the mud,
I love the ground.

Once I felt the inner presence
To determine core of earth,
That was on a different plane though
Just before this curse of birth.

But the livings for a good thing
For some lessons maybe too.
Know until then I’ll be waiting,
Waiting,
Finding
Loving
True.