Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Negative Space

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

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

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