Monday, September 17, 2018

An Idea

not writing
beauty again

what I am doing
whatever I am doing
is living

thus an I synthesizes experience
into an idea of existence

Monday, September 03, 2018

Either Way

if no cars why road
why anything
we are obliged to live

if house why no people
walking most
work now virtual hidden

and what of prosody
syllables counted
meaning crystallized

one stays home the other
comes back the same
time passes either way

Saturday, September 01, 2018

Mirror Image

the train doesn't need eyes to follow the track
the driver trusts no mirror image is coming the other way
the system has to work perfectly and normally does

some cluster some move as far apart as possible
the clumps are grotesque the voids not really empty
hills full of antimagnetic farms dreaming of isolation

Thursday, August 30, 2018

A Faint Echo

no fooling age in the country
conceived in it you never
leave behind plants animals
web of process and relation
you are either young or not
anyone can see the situation
how much lost or left behind
forgotten realizations of self
faintly echo in present time

Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Like Germs

language is like lumber except
every board is different "sprinkle"
more robust than "drizzle"
or the other way around

words are like germs except
they don't replicate
and you usually don't get sick

Monday, August 27, 2018

The New Me

closing my eyes I dissolve
into a field of stars falling
weightless and transparent
to the touch the sound of
silence singing in my head

this is how it always is now
waiting as crystals form I'm
ready to pounce imagining
someone behind the scenes
preparing to be the new me

metaphysically speaking I
used to know more how to
respond to a night's beauty
not just notice all is lost or
fading gracefully into dust

Friday, August 24, 2018

Life Itself

the void is now
clear air again
exposes possibilities
action in the letters
can be life itself
like Bach's music
mopping scrubbing
mowing not enough
sufficient exercise
and healthy habits
keep me strong
to what end

Friday, August 17, 2018

About Feeling

sorry
I
don't know what you're talking about
each his own secret language of feeling
words
slip out from under me
as I drift and dream

Saturday, August 04, 2018

Still Young

Must I buy into this narrative of decline and disintegration? It's true of me personally, but people can still be young. Can't the world?

Must I pay attention to disaster and chicanery thousands of miles away? It may well affect me, perhaps destroy my life, but there is not a thing I can do to change what happens at a distance. Here I can mow, clean, do laundry, cook dinner and wash dishes, plant flowers, and water the garden.

Must I feel implicated in the cynical worldview of our hopelessly corrupted leaders? I am an idealist. I think we should all be happy. Much must change to make that possible.

Isn't it obvious that competition for dominance, maximization of short-term gain, exploitation of resources, and reliance on growth are the wrong priorities, setting us at odds with each other, destroying the planet, and sending us all over the waterfall? Not all. The rich and their toadies will preserve their privilege and watch the rest of us drown.

How can I be more open, loving, generous, accepting, and light-hearted?

Monday, July 23, 2018

Not Like Me

the narrator is not like me
the narrator is me I don't
know what I'm like only
am and trying to be real