What to Say

what it meant to me
and what to say about it
what I want to think it means
or meaning give to it
what of the other survives
what is sadly forgotten
as if we never met
what was originally intended
what you imagine
when I speak of this

Future Man

am I overly attached to being homo sapiens
can I write for the future man
though the present doesn't care
someday we will be fondly remembered
by specialist aesthetes who will see how far we fell
before we disappeared entirely
and weep

Even Here

we didn't do it
though we thought we might
we didn't go there
and never will now

roars and clanks
say work being done
white light bright
between rains

if I still can read
words and piano music
I still can write
any time even here

"Too Boring"

cruel truths to pseudo power
yield relief tip inner voices off
warm water lifting just enough
still or self-propelled shorter
shower punched-up ruffians
pleased to be unremembering

silence like a foggy morning
"too boring" now sublime as
you arrive remain enhanced
resonance releases afternoon
delight beside a cold rushing
torrent of finally speaking out

And Yet

if I feel as I feel
I feel
no one ever knows
and yet
we are lovers
we love
we are contented

An Idea

something
could be anything
becoming

imagine
having an idea
make something up

a play
stories
a novel
more poems

work
I call fun
bring it on

Random Nets

he's been telling me you and he are
my mind loosened by weariness and
despair casting random nets catches
nonsense feeling something unspoken
time doesn't care about how I feel it
marches ticking chimes another hour
I live by clock even now when free

the story is just a story whatever goes
I can't help making jokes grotesques
misfitting like my pants falling down
like someone I don't like like trying
to be better when the time has passed
seeing less well hearing mainly noise
stumbling yearning doing what I can