Thursday, July 20, 2017

A Question

writing about nothing
how can I be good

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Still Here

things happen
nothing is said
people come
and go away
other people
take their place
I am still here

Monday, July 17, 2017

Big Ones

squirming mentally physically restored
to my sharp-eyed self at a teenage lake
going to bed hungry for breakfast and
another day of summer fun and action

myself in the world alive with frogs
wind cousins mother fishing for bass
the big ones hiding in the deep water
gasoline cold lemonade this afternoon

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Hiding Out

not by choice but circumstance
that is the presence of others
I hide out in my studio reading
a novel about a reality I used to
brush up against in the course
of other circumstances people
I was then relating to because of
work need desire ambition taste
this is why anything happens

Friday, July 14, 2017

My Clutter

I will not remember later
unless I remember now

what is not remembered
is a hidden life going on

but inaccessible doing its
worst in a nameless room

like Congress exchanging
dubious favors not to be

reasoned with or used for
my own sweet edification

it's here somewhere I think
rummaging in my clutter

to no avail no photograph
to quantify its odd effect

is ever likely to emerge
I am poorer and no wiser

but it doesn't matter to
me not particles but flow

Thursday, July 13, 2017

New Freedom

new colors burn new freedom
were they there all the time
I don't even have to work
poems come from the light

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

How to See

vision is seeing something
that was already there with
or without your observing

vision is how to normally
engage the world see and
note read and write about

vision lost you could cope
grateful not to have to you
embrace what reappears

vision is amazing see badly
one-eyed life still answers
with intelligible language

Sunday, July 09, 2017

Fair Enough

I give myself one card
and the hand plays out
fair enough for human

what else did I learn
being a four-year-old
is funner than trouble

still awake at eleven
burning with hot fire
inventing how to live

Saturday, July 08, 2017

Still Asleep

life's own momentum kicks in
it hardly matters what I think
the day is still sunny and warm
the windows still need washing
everyone is still asleep in spite
of chickens and other birdsong
Alfred will arrive and we will
rise to what the moment offers
these family days are precious
regular routine a mere illusion
ready to collapse any moment
never to be entirely recovered

Friday, July 07, 2017

Joy Present

as if I was still the same I don't
imagine becoming anymore joy
present but not possible to enjoy
the old forget-your-troubles way
glad to see others happy though
play the part nicely as I still can
a general impression of myself