The Way It Seems To Be Going Today

I don’t want you to read my poems...
I have to write them, put them somewhere,
make them available, but, please, don’t
read them…tell the others…it was Liszt, or,
some other composer, whose wife lined the
bird cage with his compositions, so, today,
don’t tell me about…how to proceed…
because, I live alone now, and, that was
for a reason.  And a good koan is why
is this too poetry?

Life is a koan when you have nothing
to go on.