Monday, September 18, 2017

Better Now

did I ever know
what was going on
not really didn't I
often miss the point

am I better now with
all this experience
and less distraction
probably not but I try

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Just Life

do I feel this way because I am old
or because I am me
or because something bad happened
or not even something bad
just life as it is
an exhausting houseguest
days of no work
a mistake with the chickens
a sore shoulder
smoky air
and what am I to think
knowing time is running out
still figuring

Friday, September 15, 2017

Golden Dust

driven to document
self-improvement
self-branding
surveillance
showing off
desired reflection
cult of . . .
productive pleasure
taking time off
productive leisure
happiness's uses
self-confirmation
golden dust

Seven Hens

my seven hens came running
as they saw me coming with
treats Lady White the eldest
three each red and silver lace
now they have gone to join a
larger flock and I regret them
goodbye funny chicken friends

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Natural Disasters

I barely dare to look at the news
something might have happened I
mean apart from natural disasters
poverty hunger continuing wars
and the collapse of civilization
I really don't care about New York
restaurants real estate celebrities
the arts as entertainment loved by
millions relentlessly manipulated
going along with whatever it is

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Not Here

grape juice fills the closet shelf
red and pale green lunch all year
apples ripe on the tree for sauce
tomatoes blanched and frozen

nights are cooler air clearing up
despite fields and forest burning
hurricanes flooding other griefs
not here but here in our hearts

Monday, September 11, 2017

Not There

quickly now yes no I didn't say anything
about it no yes I know I kept my promise
you were not there I forgot what I thought
I meant to say something specific but what

you do what you have to do having decided
long ago everything fits together to be what
it is whether it is what you wanted depends
on how well it worked out if you are honest

you can take credit for what you make does
service count only if someone is producing
something useful diverting unique explicit
description of what might be unmentioned

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Tummy Ache

how you feel is all there is
to go on or not accordingly
your tummy ache may be
nothing or a sign of worse
to come dessert a mistake

how you are likely to feel
at a certain time tomorrow
determines what you think
will probably happen if you
pull yourself together and go

The Usual

a few large animal heads make an impression
however sincere their provenance as if frozen
in life eyes glittering thinking about eating in

turn away or you will see what you'd rather not
not likely benefit from distressing emotions or
fill in the resultant void with seasonal bouquets

I would clarify if I could and retain penetration
fully expecting to be misquoted or seen through
I avoid commitment to the usual magic rituals

which isn't enough to explain what I really mean
to translate chance revelations into some familiar
land forms childhood memories or tacky symbols

Friday, September 08, 2017

With Care

not knowing anyone
I am invisible
like a pet
or a wild animal
seen only from outside

not a dream this
common experience
this natural condition
can be managed
with care

Thursday, September 07, 2017

Blown Away

for Diane Fisher

I kissed you and was blown away
by the softness of your lips and soul revealed
womanly traits I didn't know what to do with
thinking I was gay

Wednesday, September 06, 2017

What You Know

the future is now as much as the past
the present a random transitional node
as we just happen to be where we are

so don't let memory claim it counts
more than what you know is to come
discounting the probability of surprise

feelings come and you have to go on
thinking the story must have a direction
when it actually is one whole thing

Tuesday, September 05, 2017

Still Breathing

we shared an oh dear but the air
didn't clear the sun rose red again
the blue overhead vaguely white

painful dream but the day arises
I rise itching but still breathing
knowing it still what I expected

Monday, September 04, 2017

Whole Minutes

tingling itching aching
doesn't do it justice
then something distracts me
and I forget about it
whole minutes at a time
John Ashbery dying
reminds me to read him
and the browser balks
the Times staggers on
and then I remember

Sunday, September 03, 2017

Nothing Normal

smoky moon says something bad is going on
fires floods nuclear tests pleasant as it is here
though hotter than it should be nothing normal
I breathe it all in send out love peace justice joy

Saturday, September 02, 2017

Also New

keep it moving
and it comes around again
everything the same
also new this time
we are together acknowledge
the other existing
making our lives matter

Love Letters

nothing hanging over me
except our own mortality
bodies gradually beyond repair
collapse of empire chaos pain
degradation of culture planet
and further writing to be done
books love letters this poem

Friday, September 01, 2017

Even Bach

depending on the hour even Bach
can stupefy in an entertaining way
leaving me dazed a singing night
waiting for the obligatory words

I no longer worry about thinking
of something to say I always can
and do if not in the early morning
then now before I put myself to bed