Wind Blew Out The Lights

Wind comes up suddenly, but not this time of year,

but it did…

Everything’s crazy…

I’m full of medicine for some hurty things…

I let it be hurty for a month, hoping it would get better…

It didn’t so I went  to the doctor who gave me medicine…

It got better…

When you’re not in pain, you don’t remember how it felt…

When you’re not in love it’s the same…

Leave it on the credenza…

we’ll deal with it later or maybe

we won’t deal with it at all…

that’s where I leave what’s left of my life…

all the things I haven’t done are there…

everything left is there…

like mother’s dressing table…

like where dad works in the garage…

like a graveyard a junkyard a firing range…

like the back nine.

Hours until the power comes back on…

the winds…

one of those…

the sheep are talking a lot right now…

nothing to do but write…

if I had a reverie to trip out on, go beyond 

imaginary walls…

into space over mountains rivers valleys

all of it and then some for a long time

that would be good…

stuck with an open doorway to a balcony…

hey, Mr. Spaceman, wouldn’t you please take me along

I won’t do anything wrong…

I must be guilty of something,

or I haven’t lived…

I’ve seen enough…things…

I can take a hint…

“Don’t get heavy with the heavies.”

It’s not even that interesting.

If they cause too much trouble take them out back

and feed them to the hogs…

and when the hogs are through put them on the credenza.

The power has been on for days…

I haven’t felt like writing…

I don’t feel like writing now.