Saturday, May 23, 2015

What to Do

cloudy all day beginning
with the vanishing dream
consciousness wakes first
complaining mind clearly
remembers where we were
before pills coffee cleanup
gone to matutinal birdsong
rushing heat instead of sun
same comfort another story
visitors from far what to do

Friday, May 22, 2015

Not Myself

illness offends the aesthetic of wellness
no blame but I am not myself like this
wanting to fade to nonexistent comfort
inaction devolving into aches and pain

was that the way my parents felt father
in his chair reading books on tape mother
in her chair smoking rereading a novel
me in my chair twitching over a laptop

who is comfortable how do I get there
this is the shape I am get over the idea
so long embellished of being thin again
even less the quick lithe bouncy old me

Thursday, May 21, 2015


I'm up
now what

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

From Below

clouds vaguely billow up from below — barely visible — dissolution — The Fire — Refugio befouled — inevitable breakdown — all systems must fail

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Random Offers

what a what to have given in to what
is missing if the wigs are not smartly
left on a gilded red-cushioned chair

I do appreciate that brand of luxury
despite everythig that has happened
and goes right on all over the place

and welcome the opportunity despite
random offers to do less or nothing
too tired for anything more than weed

Monday, May 18, 2015

Surplus People

what can be done about surplus people
crowd them on boats and let them starve
put them in camps and try to forget them
generations now knowing nothing better
is this real life is this how it's meant to be
more and more no place no good choice
this the biggest obstacle to sustainability
ten times too many people on the earth
face it think about it what are we to do

Sunday, May 17, 2015

How Far

not over soon enough remember
what it is like to be someone else
forget the wishful good intentions
unless you intend to act them out

it is not too soon to start too late
to do anything about it mistakes
were made and brilliant art works
hardly noticed in the glare of war

visitors from another age reveal
how far one came to be here now
regretting most what's not ahead
as soon as we could say goodbye

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Past Marvels

is that rain or the dishwasher
you or a virtual simulacrum
coming to me courtesy of
what tech conspiracy passes
for actual life in one place

is that what we talked about
opening up what's left of our
hearts desire a blast of past
marvels irrelevantly evoked
to justify merely being here

Friday, May 15, 2015

Who Knows

every face a different shape person
identified not revealed who knows
what any expression means feeling
or intention looking at the audience
tells you nothing of what they think

somehow we guess well enough to
function more or less together this
plan like most works out someone
sleeping in the other room waking
to the possibility of something else

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Getting Old

kings and ones call the game
nothing else really matters
those awful in-between years
twenty-five to seventy-five
before that you are young
after you are getting old

everything changes it may
not show go on the same
although not as easily now
who knows my pain but me
whose do I know no one's
ready to be revealed at last