Thursday, October 9, 2014

Obviously

Please
Leave me, love 
For then I would know 
What to do 
I can morn I can cry 
I can feel 
Very sorry 
For myself 
That 
I know how to do 
-had a lot 
Of practice 
With it 
Many years 
     To perfect 

But not this 
Not this patience 
This caring 
This sweetness 
How to deal 
With it 
How to 
Be good enough 
For it 
Please, please 
     Go away 
So I don't have to grow 

Don't have to know 
The true pain 
Of eventually 
Being without you 
Through death or some other circumstance 

Circumstances 
     Being what they are 
And seemingly 
Always 
Occurring 

With inexorable 
Crushing karma 

I need another 
Starbucks coffee 
Today 

     obviously. . .

The Train

What can I say 
About today 
?
These days seem to 
Run together
Like a train 

All connected to one 
Another 
But with no 
Conductor 
To tell us when 
We are leaving 
The station. 
Instead we must guess 
And wonder about the 
Departure time 
And the destination 

We are pulled 
By gravity 
Like a Diesel engine 
By time 
By fate 

What can I do 
About that 
How hard should I try 
To try 
Or should I sit back 
And sigh 
The ticket has been 
Purchased 
And we will arrive 
When we 
Arrive 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Anybody?


Is anybody out there ?
What do u think ?
Am I wasting my time ?

But not .

Because 
I enjoy 
This -

I imagine an audience 

Someone reading 
In cyberspace 

I sometimes wish 
I knew
Who they are 
And do they tune back in ?
Or just 
     Laugh and leave 

Looking for the porn sites -
Which R a lot 
More fun 

I suppose 
I wouldn't know 
Having always been 
Too serious 
By far 

Thinking there's an answer 
For who we are 
And where 
We find ourselves 

Today



Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Calling

The talk today . . .
In church today
     -About being all we can
     -Doing all we want to
And
     Knowing
          What that is

I am inspired -
As I lay upon
     My couch -
For this is something
I Truely
Want
To
Do -

To lie
Here
Within the influence
Of
The little
Air conditioner box -
I am fulfilling
A deep and basic
Calling
A deep and inspired need
To rest awhile
And to be cool while
     Doing it


What a wonderful invention
This -
A box -
Whose sole reason
     For being
Is to produce
     Cool air.

Like that
I would like to produce
- for the people of this earth
Something Truely helpful
-Truely wonderful
It would be my gift
     To them
It would be my
     Calling
My talent
My contribution
     To the collective
I would produce
A certain cool air
A certain savoir-faire
I would
     Bring down the light
Which would help their
     Plight
Their plight of being trapped
By materialism
In material body and mind
     Boxes

This would be my
     Alchemy
My gift
Probably no one
Would ever know -
But "they" say
It does matter -
Somehow
     It clears the air
Makes people
     Less prone to fight
Makes available more
     Spiritual
Light




Thursday, September 18, 2014

Wandering Off

She forgot 
     To wear 
Her 
     Underware
To the 
Country club
 - formal 
     Dance -
          (I heard) 

She used to be
     So stylish
     -so fine-

One time -
She was lost 
     Buying gas 
And had 
     To ask -
The way 
     Back home 

She almost stole 
     My boyfriend 
          Once 

She was as good
     As that!

But no matter how 
     Upscale 
We are ...
- Turquoise  Jaguar 
In the garage -
(She is still living 
     Across the street 
     From the beach 
With famous 
Neighbors)

But, no matter what -
     There is this 
          Pesky 
     Natural 
          Law ...

-won't go 
     Away
-cannot be 
     Reasoned 
          With -

That -

We all go 
     Away -
One day 

The game-board -
     This holographic 
          Video game -
Cannot really 
     Be won 

Some leave 
     Quietly 
Some loudly -
Some wander off -

Some are welcomed 
     In -
     To 
The arms of 
     God -

And know 
The way 

Axes

I no longer have 
     An axe to grind. 
I gave up my axes 
     And my grinding wheel ...

The I that had these things 
Is becoming less 
     And less -
She is seeing 
     Some things 
As baggage 
Some others 
     As burdens 

Trouble and complications
As
Something
To be avoided 

Now she needs 
     To give up 
Sugar and wheat 
     And 
Become neat

Good luck 
     With 
          That !

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

The Tango Will Miss Me

The Tango will 
     Miss me 
For I'll be 
     Waltzing 
With you 

A person can't do 
     Everything at once 
It seems 

We will be dancing 
The specific steps
Of correctness 
Not the 
Improvisational randomness 
Of the moment 

These people 
At this place 
Don't know 
How it can be done 
     A dance 
     With no steps and no beat 
     And only holding close 
          And feeling the heart beat 
What can this mean 
What can it be for 
     How could we sell it 
     For a profit 

And of course, 
That's the beauty 
     Of it