Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Flying Low

like flying low over a patchy landscape it
could be the American West green islands
in prairies of dormant grass as good as dead

no signs of human habitation no straight
lines scored across the empty land no roads
farms etc. of course not it's the summer lawn

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Close Attention

I am one who regrets knowing
whether to remember all that
happened to be happening at
a time I happened to be paying
close attention what I learned
was never do any of that again

now I really should know better
but I still remember times I was
not thinking clearly just doing
what happened to be happening
thankful someone else making
plans I could fairly safely follow

Monday, August 22, 2016

Smart Kid

I don't "get" the cartoons now
have I changed or have they
well both me just a smart kid
from Kansas City their world
of attitude what I aspired to
New York was sophisticated
its currency personal charm
now you have to be ironic at
three removes of plain stupid
taking place in a ruined world
unkown never to be seen again

Sunday, August 21, 2016

One Man

this is a piece of something I am writing
it is all a piece one man indivisible

Friday, August 19, 2016

All Over

planning my death
what is to happen
when I am not alive
or compos mentis
not to leave a mess
or undue confusion

not just the money
but my literary work
all come to naught
potential unrealized
when I am not here
as living validation

I really don't care
it's all over for me
my spirit reunited
with the mighty All
air we all breathe
souls we all co-own

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Sweeping the Floor

Feeling lost and empty is not funny.
Sweeping the floor helps.
You are not actually paralyzed.
Everything doesn't have to be funny.
Louis C.K. doesn't have to be funny and he's a comedian.
We are all comedians.
You can be funny if you want to be funny.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Easy Path

what you didn't know surprises
an easy path to the swimming hole
long hidden in blackberries

an unexplained explosion outside
a horse kicking a board probably
or something is terribly wrong

swiftly catch the fleeting glimpse
revelation comes in tiny sips
oceanic moments easily missed

Monday, August 15, 2016

Looking On

silence a thick mixture of sound
even close to midnight on the farm
our own systems hum and puff
crickets chirp traffic approaches
out of the patchy prairie darkness

longing for simplicity as humans
we blindly complicate our lives
contrive to need a million things
smug that we actually have them
several buildings barely hold it all

delight as well in multiplicities
inexhaustible manyness of days
people art weather various acts
all one with each other animals
looking on as we puzzle it out

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Further Hope

an earnestly modern sensibility
encourages intensity of attitude
or is it the other way around

certain tensions propel good work
trying to keep up with yourself
without giving up further hope

no one minds if you don't do it
your own desire for expression
more than enough to keep it real

Friday, August 12, 2016

The Dragon

"...young men from miles around were sent to Elizavetgrad just to look at her."

awoken the dragon demands to be fed
Tibetan thunder reminds it of wetness
cold Himalayan light around the world
shining in the middle of our dull night

shtetl life surives amid the alien corn
the dragon unappeased thrashes alone
barbed red tail breaking ancient china
demanding we sacrifice our only child

everything was supposed to be harder
mathematics Everest none can climb
the dragon not intended even to exist
lest every day dissolve itself into dust