Sunday, October 23, 2016

In the Mood

now is the best time so I can watch a movie later on
as I'm in the mood to keep the balance going forward

if I were directing this play I wouldn't change a thing
the actors already know their lines and where to stand

I wrote it when I was younger and better able to stay
focused and felt it was worthwhile to write it all out

now there are pancakes to be made and a therapeutic
soak before the rest of the day carries us both away

Saturday, October 22, 2016

How It Was

small favors defy regret
as if previously worn or
frozen the same position
meaning something else
when you are the parent
not knowing how it was
or how to make it better

Friday, October 21, 2016

Reading Chair

New Yorkers multiply half-read books
pile up around my reading chair can't
read I have to do it and somehow stay
awake squirming wringing my hands

De Quincey Marx the Greenland ice
equally claim attention so does N+1
as Poetry laid aside mid-read repeats
everything about the New York School

I was never altogether there thinking
better lives exist what happened when
I went away meant nothing to me any
more beyond retrieving what was lost

Thursday, October 20, 2016

A Wise Position

O.K. I get it what it is
is what it is and so on
full acceptance a wise
position for a person

we're all people here
depend on it cash out
prepare to spend it all
while it still has value

let's meet up in the city
where no one knows us
lunch and a movie will
make me feel all right

Wednesday, October 19, 2016


how fast can slow go
without stumbling on
technical limitations
forestalling fantastic
alternatives to virtue

do be both know best
how slow fast can be
and still note-perfect
with warm expression
flowing over the keys

or shall we just forget
how carefully to move
our weight and breath
and leap wildly about
to spite our best ideas

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

At Home

all-day errands resolve in perfect
solitaire as the evening air cools

solitude dissolves my will falls
like cards determining success

memory bids me shuffle again
lest last game haunts the deal

win or lose the game plays on
excusing its own false charm

thus the wastage is redeemed
a while whiled away at home

Monday, October 17, 2016

Before Winter

nothing further could be said
the train had already pulled out
I had lost you in the confusion
of the station were you aboard
how would we see each other
again this side of eternal rest

either way it was much better
to think of not thinking much
about what could be done for
those in need food and succor
on the way but not arriving in
time for complete assimilation

I blamed myself for everything
as if something more could be
done to improve our situation
though old we were not quite
beyond the heavy tasks that
had to be done before winter

Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Story

am I here or in the story
pursued by desperadoes
hiding on a Texas hilltop
eight bullets in my gun

silence of no more wind
in the rain-charged night
the creek keeps on rising
anything might happen

taken away I still return
this the chosen actuality
I will defend to the end
of the story and my life

Friday, October 14, 2016

Energy Swirls

time for fun the wind
stirs everything up I
feel excited I can do
whatever it takes the
energy swirls around

calm in the middle of
the storm my leaking
roof happily repaired
dry in my writing den
love the wind and rain

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Even Now

that was yesterday
today nearly gone
what is tomorrow

between has sleep
a world of dream
separates realities

what I remember
makes who I am
even now become