"It's no wonder truth is stranger than fiction....fiction has to make sense." Mark Twain (Continuously Morphing List of Quotes: APRIL 08; November, 2009, July 2010)
The last stage leaves town
at the end of the town’s last stage.
It’s a time thing…the conveyance
is rickety…a once and for all thing,
at least, till the next time thing arises
out of the “where did that come from?”
Thing….you may wonder where I’m
going with this…out of town….but
don’t worry…there are plenty of other
stages and towns…the whole thing
happens in stages and towns…not so’s
you’d notice, but it’s true…when the sheriff
says: “The last stage is leaving town at
noon…be on it.”…you have to take notice
that all the world’s a stage.
I moved into you
like discovering my
last lover. ..the one
you’re sure will
But, you’re a place,
not a person…but…
intelligence is in things.
4 is the male number
for me. I hope that
doesn’t make me
Oh sand painting finger painting
rainbow painting smelling salts painting
streets full of people painting
going on as if for the last time
with your last lover….falling apart
over the remaining years
tufts from a milkweed
blown infinitely in all directions.
What do chickens do when it rains…
stay in the coop?
What do sheep do when it rains…
stay in the shed?
I have to fly to Mexico…
sleep in a warm bed.
Storms in New Jersey,
where I’m flying through….
the whole East coast is storming,
flights delayed…what to do?
Ah, another storm in my life,
blowing me away…way away.
I’ll take my chances
just like in the past.
Whatever storm may come
I know it never lasts.
I’ll get up and fly away
out of the blue, into the grey.
I’ve reached a state of eternal intoxication