The Rantpage

This blog discusses postpolitical thought, bad movies, poetic moments, and the omnipresence of prelinguistic abo-historic ontological existence, or tennis, depending on my mood

Monday, February 02, 2004

Perfect Trust

There may be those
who have wondered, over the years
if I would ever get my career going
and/or make enough money
to support them in the style

Or those who didn’t think
that such a good dancer
could be as steady a husband
as this or that
investment broker
or tax accountant

And even those who asked
if anyone that creative
and artistic can
really be a normal guy

But this little boy
sleeping on my arm
has no doubts
just quiet slumber
perfect trust
and with his head
now holds my heart,
pinned on my
slightly wet sleeve