Unexpected Profundity

Mouth agape, no room for thought.

I remember I was there.

What was it?

Meteorology?

Waterfront kitsch?

Displacement due to new information?

I’ll never forget when she took off her robe.

I’ll never forget when the van went round

and round on the icy road…

when I fell down the brick pile when

I was three years old.

These events didn’t change my life, they

just pointed something out.

Most events don’t change our lives, but

some happened without a doubt.

The UFOs I saw stopped my mind, 

I felt fear of what should not have been there.

Those that were alive at the time of Pearl Harbor,

at the time of the atom bomb,

surely don’t forget the changes that these and

other things brought on.

We can imagine anything, and do.

That pales to reality when reality is new.

For a long time nothing changes, then,

suddenly, everything is new.

2026 I predict is gonna be one of those years.

I can feel it, Dave, can you?

Not an idea about the thing but the thing itself

Steam rises from a ceramic mug,

mimicking a ghost.

We know where the coffee is going,

not so much the day.

The clock face is a silent witness, 

ticking towards a future that refuses to reveal its hand.

“What’s time to a pig?” I heard my teacher say.

He was joking, but the joke’s on us.

The clock on the wall eats the seconds,

but the pig just eats.

Oh! To be a pig like when I was young! 

To have nothing to think about, to just eat in peace!

To exist as a heavy heartbeat in the shade,

knowing only the itch and the scratch!

Scratch that, I’m here with a plethora of sophisticated 

thoughts. 

Once it starts, no end to the poem, just cut it off 

like taffy, await the inevitable ooze.

Quick Synopsis Of Everything

Hopper…..space of sight 

Varese……space of sound

Blank page….space of form

Mind…..space of space.

What goes around comes around,

Ouroboros, nothing interferes with

the nothing new under the sun

because nothing interferes with space,

because space itself is form. Got me?

We fall in love/hate with form…

nothing/space scares us shitless,

yet, these two are one.

I can’t help myself any more than you

can help going out the door to whatever 

you do, well or badly, because space 

doesn’t care what time it is, only we do.

Maybe I write too much because I’ve

written so much and the beat goes on,

the heart, always only the heart.