Wednesday, March 10, 2021

Real Birds

they didn't notice the nuns
but the party on top of the
747 made them worry

the nuns came in right
crossed and went out the
door just as she came in

two real birds studied
the stuffed caged bird
without tearing it apart

wind was not a factor
though they were flying
550 miles an hour

that's how I knew it not
a real play or party birds
only dream of singing

Tuesday, March 09, 2021

More Me

still more me than old
I wonder objectively
what feeling good means
at eighty-five is this it
this vague malaise
is anything wrong I need
to do something about
or is this old well-being

Sunday, February 21, 2021

The Piano

not just a director
like Elia Kazan
wrote books too

not just a writer
like Virginia Woolf
published books

not just a word man
like so many
played the piano

not just an artist
like Frank O'Hara
a lover of life

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Too Fast

we learn how to live with it
fire up the generator
profligate with ancient gas
warm enough in layers
I even work recollecting
how I lived in another time
doing too much too fast
and lived to tell all

Monday, February 15, 2021

Bright Wounds

in the afternoon low sun under clouds
glittered on the icy trees
freezing rain
in the night broke them
major branches down tops snapped off
leaving bright wood wounds
trunks bent to the ground
century-old oaks uprooted
the power is out
well pump phones internet down
we are helpless in the dark
cleanup not yet even begun

Friday, February 12, 2021

My Day

 1
is life boring
or am I boring
or am I fine
not bored at all
barely time

2
cheerio say I
to the chickens
or ciaou ta ta
thanks for eggs
thus my day

Saturday, February 06, 2021

Private Museum

 random content from the New
York titled publications meets
one's personal historic images
every day as a private museum
aging furniture threadbare rugs
creeping stasis weaved illusions
disenabling forward movement

every element demands renewal
choice thinking witty exchange

Friday, February 05, 2021

Worth Remembering

 one day when I was there
who came in but you
do we know each other
from somewhere less wet

how rude to have forgotten
if there is anything worth
remembering is there
do you remember me

not that sensitive we
won't breach the compact
sharing never judging
dry off and go away

Monday, February 01, 2021

After Lunch

would I be saying staying
mum what can't be words
not worthwhile thinking

I sense there might be
more squeeze day play
solitaire but not too soon

everything gets done I
nap after lunch work
easy in the afternoon

what I wanted to say
emerges whether I will
or tease the opposite

Friday, January 22, 2021

Letting Go

 are actors entertainers are
opera singers are writers
yes we all want to give you
a good time and something
else you don't always get
in ordinary everyday life

simple words for a simple
idea letting go of all that
seriousness naturally play
with thought and meaning
have some chocolate turn
on if you like to have fun

Sunday, January 17, 2021

Lived Reality

 do you mean what I think you mean
probably not no one does never did
amount to craved recognition which
won't mean what I hope for anyway

that's the reality behind lived reality
assumed significance misperceived
poorly revealed despite every effort
to be transparent about inner riches

where the scholarship interpretation
attention to intention faintly realized
expense in plywood distracted actors
doing all they can with my material

what I imagined hides its little candle
under false modesty denied ambition
shorted out by comforting habits late
recognition squandered opportunity

this is unworthy poor me when I'm
fine thank you this is what I wanted
all along amused by doing art ecstatic
in realized moments of perfect being

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Changing Light

 suddenly a few days I feel newly
distant from my younger self if
that's the word can't even imagine
being that person I remember being
poets in a book are living my life
the way I did at the time with a new
baby writing at night before making
love or earlier or later redefined

if I hadn't written it down would it
exist as it does less on paper than in
mind pictures colors changing light
this is who I was all along or trying
to be me in this body and weather
hearing the toilet flush in the other
room heralding another day much
like the others that have gone before

Monday, January 04, 2021

As If

 it is as if we were here when we were
imagining thought even the timely body
scratching squirming stretching awake
as if never before and always once again

it is as if one plus one were still one now
and always will be even eventually gone
as if you've grown part of who I really am
no need to repeat remember it's all inside

it is as if we knew all along and couldn't
quite say but lived it putting away dishes
making the bed taking care of the physical
as if that was all we could do and enough

Sunday, January 03, 2021

Last Word

narrow is deep wide inclusive
one thing reveals the rest and
everything must be mentioned
where to start makes you think
how many days hours instants
give the lie as all of it merges
unity in complexity vice versa
long run big picture last word

Saturday, January 02, 2021

Ideas of Self

 when you're alone do you
exist how
would I know you tell me

the other not needed helps
it matter
whether or not you think

we're all busy with other
connected
ideas of self interacting

so masturbate or don't
no one cares
if you're not really there

you may find what you
missed again
when you forgot to come
or didn't
remember who you are