This Body

inside these clothes myself
this body living life this
mind transcending time
as if aging still as new

not as seen but costumed
for the period projecting
class in the form of taste
an inescapable disguise

naked sleeping clothed by
bedding furniture a house
even then a public actor
minding his own existing

skin organ not boundary
liminal film encloses it as
well as natural sciences
and all you can ever think

Still Me

still me peeking out of my hoodie
discovered at the lake in-on water
walking and continuously surprised
this I can remember when all is lost

all these twos one is part of recur
as independent other-sidedness voting
with feet and hands for adamant odds
counted without reference to extinction

still here under ever-changing clouds
inevitable rain and bright sun cheering
inspiration flags the winning car I
drive into the future past myself

the hood holds in brain hair muffles
clock time running on regardless
examining questions of identity
unspent unextinguished even now

writing talking my self arises magma
magnetized by the field it grows in
remove obvious images yet not alone
infinite inner vista loving detail

Begin Again

is there anything here
to begin again with
besides bare being
memory of ways of doing
everyone has forgotten
too much to lose
we must change our lives
inside and daily habit
we so long enjoyed

the rhythm shifts
but the beat goes on
as long as we know it
listen for the tune
and whistle