All These Thoughts

Flickerings across my mind

are not amazing by now, just

the juice of what goes on.

Like, it’s not my mind anymore,

not my world, which I realized

long ago.

I realized my mind wasn’t me,

in fact, the me that I thought 

I was was just a mirage.

I still go on, I yak, I eat,

I appear in public on the 

stoop of the coffee house

for moments in the morning,

my public service…

and most of my thoughts dribble

into the gutter like spittle…so much

for the Western World.

sorry, that was something I would

have written if I was a poet….

and that is as far as my heart 

breaks tonight