shall I ration my pleasures will they
last longer if enjoyed less that makes
no sense not done is negative space
the mountain face is scored with lines
that could be wrinkles age powdered
with snow veiled in dissolving clouds
another vision would come if allowed
better alternatives able bodies could
keep working years without complaint
champions of smaller games decline
try hard what matters is being kind
patient loving who needs your love
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Lost Language
is this the world am I in it this dusk
over among the fallen raspberries
what I knew subsumed in ignorance
inflates infinite wiki appetites mine
gone to pattern self-replicating as if
memory transmutes to dubious tales
as if what I assumed would be didn't
or elastic membranes yield to time
what are you talking about you stop
waiting to remake the lost language
over among the fallen raspberries
what I knew subsumed in ignorance
inflates infinite wiki appetites mine
gone to pattern self-replicating as if
memory transmutes to dubious tales
as if what I assumed would be didn't
or elastic membranes yield to time
what are you talking about you stop
waiting to remake the lost language
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Get Moving
if the game works out I am reassured
another day dawns pink promising joy
or at least pleasure some are reliable
when the chill gets to me I get moving
pictures barely enough a day's beard
a clean house a few hours wide open
what I've decided often comes to pass
surprising in its regularity as if when
is a function of whatever you expect
Friday, August 27, 2010
Too Hard
don't worry I only hear
what's true to me my instincts
are mature I trust myself
if not my patience or powers
of organization keeping
everything in focus at once
is too hard I do my best
is "Love" enough I wonder
nothing finished when I stop
oh go ahead each step
better than none even if
it goes on forever like
nothing else matters more
as if I actually know how
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Less Rich
children come and go who can
not be sad the neighbor girl is
saddest of all but briefly while
our absences go on for years
we live with all souls all time
losing and gaining presences
ourselves possibly away but
usually here while we can be
not pain but the shimmer of
caring for others being part
of ourselves less rich without
paid with inevitable parting
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Doing It
is it discipline to do what you like
it is if you do it virtually every day
for years just because you like it
doesn't make it easy to keep it up
pleasant though proud of yourself
that what you like is doing it that
doubles reward not just think but
act on that impulse while it's hot
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
While Shaving
where is surrealism when we need it
trivialized by Dali and the sloganeers
not to dish Dali but really consumerism
is worse than bourgeoiserie had taste
at least usually bad any betters none
catalogs make me want to buy clothes
when I already have too many they are
so well photographed what is opposite
of innocence to be programmed by ads
bigots greedies oversimplify for profit
writers can only play the game that's on
tv radio I listen to NPR while shaving is
that enough yes to know what depths
our culture has sunk to as if it helps
flooded Pakistanis that we feel sorry
Too Busy
one star one moon difficulty breathing
a roaring at the sewer works children
sleeping with the door open close it
lost check she will look in her wallet
months go by too busy for anything
always choosing the have-no-choice
as if dates controlled her days girls
worse giggling into their phones in
Korean frustrate her best attentions
and yet she is happy generous warm
in love moon-blessed a mother making
her way not mine brightens all days
Monday, August 23, 2010
Call First
where news what grok social
media over I am usually here
call first be sure to munch to
change every word to another
what is supposed to happen
but will it or something else
steps moves time moves on
with and without my doing
moments in focus others blur
my good intentions if awake
say what to think to make it
exactly what I had in mind
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Happy Vision
complete disaster but trivial like
a game of solitaire gone wrong
complete success but also trivial
like the play group having fun
what is not trivial news fatigue
that people suffer horribly in
body mind everything is lost
or happy vision of moon full
making faces voices carried
on the wind thinking locally
doing our time with friends
for art in spite of confusion
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