wow.

I’ve blogged birthdays
I’ve blogged sadness.
I’ve blogged the heavens above
and converted them into friends.
I’ve blogged about hating the word.
I’ve blogged about hating the world.
I’ve blogged about pizza and porridge and I’ve even
blogged about Wal-Mart.

but I haven’t blogged success.
I haven’t blogged the feeling it’s going to create
when this book
is out there,
being read,
as I know it’s already being done on the pixels
but now on the paper

I haven’t blogged about what it’s going to mean to me
and to my family
and to my friends
to pick up these words and say,
wow, I was a part of that.
wow, I find myself in this.
wow, I know this man better than before.
wow, I know now what this “conscious” thing is about.

there may not be an explanation
for the club 300
there may not be an explanation
for the squiggle
but there’s a documentary about me
being scripted.
right here. right now.
and myself, cast as the lead star
and no where in sight is there guilt about my own
product placement
and here I am, glancing up at you,
looking right into your soul and finding pieces
of myself.

I’ve blogged about a lot of things
and I’ve thought openly on this web about
concepts most feel they should be hiding behind
but here: now.
in print.
wow.