Come Home

two cloudy days then rain all week
maybe you'll come home and I can
stay by your side doing those things
that matter most by being ordinary
this too creation and recovery who
we are unfolding between travels I
remember best being here with you

Not Yet

you don't want to think about it yet
though you can't entirely fend it off
is age and frailty getting the upper
hand I've already given up lighting
and directing are your horses next
in dread of going through this again
you don't want to think about it yet

Good Chocolate

"edge detection is sweet" she said
which out of context suggests
anything you feel privately or with
another person you may touch
indulgence is not always wrong or
bad like eating good chocolate

Morning

fragments of thought like rarely seen birds

Chopped Up

my reason for not writing is
weary of rehearsing the past
the world as it is chopped up
with fences maps roads buildings
human intentions interfering
substitute for natural processes
life as it is made into stories
never quite true no one can read
without translating into himself
performing for his own pleasure

Even People

starting to hate the modern world
not such a good idea even people
who can't help living as they do
partake of the available as it is
participate in the rapid ruination
everything we hold dear succumbs
to the might of dollars even now
as they lose their value vulgarity
at the top symbolizes our decay
the old ideal of beauty forgotten
kindness generosity welcoming
spirit hope for the future broken
even the best bought off helpless
as humanity digs its sorry grave