I'll Believe I'll Believe Here

They say that at sea
Mal de mer
Is easier to bear
If you can lift your gaze,
Look, and lock in the horizon—
The distant constant transcedent end.

I’m a man who says “land,too.”

Simpleton III "Focussing" (From gobbledeegook to good)

_FOCUSSING_


simply put
I know that nothing
nearly is so true that nothing
clearly is so true.

a candle can pull
the eyes
to one.

a full moon can pull
the soul
to one.

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.