Maybe We'll Get Another One Out Of This

Isn’t that what we’re always looking

forward to? As if this was not enough.

When you realize you can get another,

another is never enough.  That, my dears,

is what you do.

You can’t even appreciate what you have,

because too busy securing security.

And, really, it all came from nowhere in

the first place.

My Actual Life (for Marina)

My actual life is a simple, actual dream...

I still have a body,

I still eat, sleep and shit....

I write...not because I want to...but, I do enjoy it...

really, it's none of my business anymore....

survival is out of my hands, so, I feel free...

and, I can look back at my life and not feel ashamed...

How good is that?

Cream Puff War

When demons attacked Buddha

just prior to enlightenment,

their arrows turned to flowers.

In the end, the Nazis disappeared

like a bad dream…in the end,

as if nothing ever happened.

Glitz of life…happiness and horror…

flash in the pan…pleasure/pain

merry-go round…war didn’t solve

anything…it just moved things

around a little.

Nursery Rhymes

Little Billy had a ball

and had a lot of fun withal…

throwing to his play pen mates,

adding  simple joy to play dates.

Sally Ann had a doll,

and the means, the wherewithal.

Sally’s mother was quite rich

and little Sally was a bitch…

Kenny, on the other hand,

would never grow into a man.

He liked to play with Sally’s doll…

and get his hair cut at the mall.

Winston was a kind of twit…

he wouldn’t eat, he had a fit:

he spilled his porridge on the floor,

and cried because there was no more.

Franny liked to dance and sing…

nobody could stop her.

When time to go to bed at night,

her pater had to pop her.

Violet was a delicate flower…

staring out the window by the hour.

She didn’t play, she didn’t sing:

she gnawed through many a teething ring.

I've Just Seen A Face (senior version)

I’ve just seen a face…

I wasn’t sure I’d seen before…

She seemed to remember me,

then I did her…

there was a spark of interest

in her eyes…I had to remember

what that was. I felt slight

electricity in my body…low voltage

compared to what it used to be.

She said we’d talk again…

that made me smile…

no great punchline,
but, I'm dancing.

E Mail to Friend # 45%

Got to the table 

with stew alright, Whew! 

the talk was rich too.

P.S.   ...and I don't know why I'm saying this...but.....I am:

You can't fuck with a stupid person.

As Mark Twain said  "I  see no profit in it,"

Video clips notwithstanding not forthcoming  (anybody write that before?)

slapstick writing...is it possible?  Can it be done?

Tune in next week when...ooooops!

Desperate Man Blues

Feel like writing it

right now…it’s a fit

of the fit I’m in; desperate

for what? Why? Questions

don’t apply when you’re

on the run, so to speak….

desperate…ok, so, what’s 

that like?

Treading water…

Waiting in a train, 

no, bus station…

On the L.S.I. the

moment before

the gate flaps down

and we deploy

into gun fire….

No phone numbers

left to call…

Alone at last, no,

really alone…

like when you landed

in New York.

That desperate aloneness

when your life began.

Is This What Old Men Do? for: Edward Felter

Shuffle from the living room

to the kitchen…get the drink, 

the piece of pie, Pepto Bismal,

then back to the chair, the T.V., 

the computer, the novel, the 

sound of the wind.

Is this what old men do?

Do old men still dream

as they stare out the window?

Does anyone ask them?

Does anyone see them

in bare room second floor

Portland?  In sweltering

trailer  T.V. always on?

Do they even have their 

memories?

My grandpa used to take

my brother and I to the park

and swing us on the swings..

When he was tired of pushing 

us, which wasn’t long, he’d say:

“Let the old cat die down…

let the old cat die down.”

Now That I Can Dance

Sitting in a chair

Lying in bed

Drinking coffee

on the steps

Talking not talking

Walking not walking

Looking at faces, clouds,

The world…

I’m dancing.

End

Listening to The Dave Clark Five

best hits….memories…Tottingham…

that night in the club when I took

I don’t know what…but the music

allowed me to survive.

The music is still alive, or at least

it still reverbs my body mind…is

that memory? Maybe cellular…

I’m old. I can’t prove anything.

Juicy

Awareness ripe with ramifications

to use a big word.

Dripping with entity, of course,

we live our lives dripping….hardly

knowing why.

We don’t dry out

as long as we are alive.

Dripping endlessly…into

our lives….drips…snot from tears…

awaiting the next destiny.

Doing The Mammal Dance

Pretty fun…

you don’t even have to move…

just feel how you feel…

that’s the dance.

Don’t let thoughts get in the way…

just feel….see how that feels….

just the body…the bare senses…

there’s a lot going on

that has nothing to do with

what you think.

Get into the groove of the dance…

you might find yourself moving.

My Schedule's Off

sense of time being lost....3 o'clock, feels like eight,

mind blowing chunks of memory....am I following

a trail of crumbs? Am I hopelessly lost in a familiar

spectacle of dissolution like generations? Actually,

the more I let go, the more I find myself.

Found My Spot

Greenery outside, mountains and sky,

In my chair, no one around, viewing the

world in my magic screen.

Somewhat protected from some critical

movements in the world.

Somewhat at a distance, monkish, cut

off from the world because I chose to be.

I go out in the mornings, drink coffee

on the steps of the coffee house, do my

crossword puzzle, breath in the humanity,

maybe talk to a few acquaintances or

strangers…then, I get my stuff and go

back to the casita and stare out the window.

Looking into the mirror

I stare back

into the world.

What Time Is It?

What time is it really?

Time to get up?

Time to go down?

The Byrds: “To Every

Thing There Is A Season”.

You want to go there?

Sure, OK, but, we are 

navigating our craft in

surreal waters….meaning

time don’t mean that much 

to me….meaning connecting

to the real dream….time to

wake up…..get up…cheer up

stand up for your rights…

in this virtual world sucked

dry of the juice of truth.