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

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

A Spark

now is the moment to which
all history has been leading
from which all history springs
I am a spark in a raging fire

Tuesday, July 03, 2018

Further Art

now that my life is a book
nothing more can happen
everything is written that
I chose managed to write
keep revealed to who care
no more time for fun war
work relaxing further art

Friday, June 15, 2018

Why Yes

is this the way things are or just a
mood perhaps a virus or depression
over the political and social fiasco
my beautiful country losing its soul

or am I happy why yes I think I am
though old and older as the symptoms
multiply the bloodblister spots on arms
disintegrating skin on precious fingers

this is the way things are and I can
think about it how I like but not escape
time nipping my heels while I dance
at my own funeral laughing in triumph

The Worst

resist dread
the worst will happen
await it with an easy heart

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Mine to Tell

similarly my life appears green
unsimilarly never to regenerate
the story is mine to tell however
I choose to distort the bare truth
not a concept but brute biology
in a ruthlessy capitalist setting
lived in the cracks of complexity
buffered by the luck of privilege
adjusting details to suit myself
no one else positioned to be me

Sunday, June 03, 2018

Who Comes

say whether you have anything to say
or dare to be quiet let others have the
floor until form enables signification

insight hides in the wilting flowers as
summer destroys spring only waiting
to see who comes what can be saved

neither parent has the answer in the
end you make your own way back to
ancestral destiny acting the old story

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Too Hard

nothing left to say
or not worth saying
more like too hard
simply to account
for everyday life
and the point of it
anyway who cares
except you and me
and we'll be gone

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Another Spring

nowhere to turn but words appearing on the screen indifferent to being read
is it Alzheimer's or indigestion a dinner too delicious loved at the moment
and regretted later is life like that we pay for our pleasures long afterward

what can I do that is not the same old thing
how can I be surprised by another spring
or anything that hasn't already happened

the buddha smiles because nothing matters
when you recognize what's really going on
surprised how often you hit the right notes