Simpleton II

P A D
fresh flowers in a front room work.
first look inside, coming home
from work.
sets the tone, sits you down
for real work.
near a bright lamp, anda beer,
anda white blank empty, near,
pad.
where a sharp pen pokes it open
& the joke’s on
words unspoken.

simpleton

I
I try to keep it simple.
The company I keep tho’
can only sleep real deep
with all night teevee.

I, tho’, like it only as loud
as an autumn cloud
bottoming out
so that it might brush &
flow though out mountain trees.


It’s been so long
since I’ve been leaning on the brakes
and all the blue smoke & smell
are well gone.

There’s fog.
Then, there’s people landing planes at all hours.
There’s dogs chasing birds
on runways. And one way those people in those towers
can plan to, and see to, land planes is
the guts to go with the guages.
They heartfelt dealt with data,
Trusted all they’d seen
on their farforeign & onlyman made monitor screen.
As dogs flushed their fog,
hands hover over lights
and cover their old bets,
their usual action.

Agnostick

It's a waste to aspire to,
Want, or desire to
Believe that my boot
I could dare off my boat
Would hold its space good,
I could stand where I stood.

But if I were
Looking just so on the mirror,
Through the surface, on a wave,
Stepping stones would be there
for me, hold again as they have,
& no one'd be the wiser.

Surety, sure

Right away I've forgiven
What I've been given.
I might say I'll take it
What I might now have.

I've taken my lot, my vacant lot.
And I'll water down the ardent growths
That break through spots, my weakest spots.
I'll wander down the advent of loss.
I'll instill my wander with intent.

word math ("Pre-Dawn Alchemy")

There's some
confusion some frustration
smack in the blue smoke
up in the projection booth,
"I couldn't & shouldn't
have ordered this show.
And that's the truth."

The wrong epic screenplay
is not long enough.
If there's subtle subtext
it's lost in the rough.
And if I know how laughtracks go,
my own is so low
it's a private joke.

I've known
you can draw yr own conclusions
(Use pencils fit
with fat eraser)

Desires and Goforth fires I'm put out.
Old deserts. It's cold out.
I've a drought to drink about.
I've chosen pre-dawn alchemy,
actually.
a good chaser.

talk

Honestly, I’m a liar
I can’t even to my own self be true
(Afterall, he stalls, he would be balking
giving himself a good talking to)
I don’t see fit to say “Don’t ask”
I would benefit if you get
me to talk.
To me it’s too tall a task.
Yet I’ve chosen..
Let me loosen to let go