Tuesday, September 30, 2014

My Story

was that yesterday or the day before
once it's over it's time to do it again

was that today or fifty-odd years ago
I never slept the phone always rang

is this my story or somebody else's
who told me everything about myself

Monday, September 29, 2014

Waking Up

the key to vitality is exercise
the key to exercise is consistency
the key to consistency is not letting anything stop you
such as not being in the mood
the key to mood is knowing it changes
the key to changes is knowing nothing changes
no that's not right
change is the essence of existence
even when we feel stuck
the key to existence is realization
the key to realization is waking up
the key to waking up is making moves
the key to making moves is to want to have fun

Too Late

the moral force of a fig
eat me it pleads
too late
throwing it in the garbage feels wrong
too soft
dozens more ripening
too many

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Air Itself

character is style
you don't have to try
you can't get away
even if you want to

like smoke or air
itself still breathing
a person emerges
none can understand

existing is the point
you keep on making
your own sweet way
like everybody else

Friday, September 26, 2014

Mere Ecstasy

do I care what young people like
pop consumers gonzo on stars I've
never heard of so much for N+1

the biz never interested me even
when I was interested in every-
thing good imaginative unique

privately hip and still less now
thrills better than mere ecstasy
at the time but I wasn't happy

Shrinking Intervals

hair shorts boots echo Chopin
in the cluttered church a laugh
remainder of the ruined world

we went there returned empty
time passing fills shorter days
infinite movies feed the nights

animals rely on regular times
despite the shrinking intervals
ineradicable repetition satisfies

Thursday, September 25, 2014

To Write

He wanted to write, just write, for the sheer pleasure of it, feel the words oozing out on the screen, which could be paper, forming patterns and shapes of possible meaning, which could be anything. The shifts from pen and ink to typewriter to computer had been momentous, the process once mechanical and laborious, drawing, then operating a machine, now almost effortless, letters appearing fully formed, grouping themselves into words, words grouping themselves into sentences and larger structures, bringing into being anything you like, place, time, story, idea, visual experience, emotion, with visceral dimensions evoked by activating memories of comparable personal experience. He wanted to play with it, like music with all its aspects, intelligence, craft, imagination, moods, kinetic energies, spirit. He wanted a reader to share his delight.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

The Only Way

make moves what happens
is beyond your control but
if you know what you want
actions can make it likelier

I mean submitting my book
to agents and publishers it
seems to be the only way as
one says no approach another

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Real Regret

is it real regret politely called in
I regret bombs on Arabs American
warships in the Persian Gulf spraying
death and destruction intruding on
other civilizations' historic anguish

Monday, September 22, 2014

An Anecdote

everything that happens
turns into an anecdote
if it doesn't maybe it didn't
undone by neglect and disregard
if anything can ever be undone