Appetite for Opposites

In the center of the flower
there are no blossoms
in the dirt where the flower
thrives there are spiders
in the hour of the browning of
the petals and their falling
the pollen has its way.

When a man loves a woman
she will see and sense it
when a woman loves a man
he may not, being dense
when a child is finally born
it tugs on every
heartstring for miles around.

[chorus]
I smoked the river of fire
I drank the desert air
and what grew in me
was an appetite for opposites.

[verse]
Morning is for writing poems
afternoon is for songs
morning ponders afternoon
afternoon pines for morning
in the hour of obfuscation
clouds kiss the mind’s nose
and toes hear ululation.

In the gut of very few
men and women in a war
is found hate and violence or
knowing what it’s all for
flowing like thick blood is
something like repulsion
and childish confusion.

I smoked the river of fire
I drank the desert air
and what grew in me
was an appetite for opposites.
[verse]
[3/4] GMa7 // G9 //
Bbm7 //  A7 //
GMa7 // G9 //
Bbm7 // C7 //
[4/4] D7 ///  E7 ///
GMa7 / CMa7 /  F7 / G / ////

[chorus]
[4/4] Dm7 / Em7 / Cm7 ///
F7 // B7  G7 ///
[3/4]  Dm7 // Cm7 //
Dm7b5 // Am7 // C6 //  F#7 //

[buffer]
[4/4] Gm7 / Ab7 / Bbm7 / E9 /
Dm7  C#m7  F7 F#7  D7 / Gm11 /

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