There’s Good In These Days

 Not as mobile but doable.

Polishing the mirror,

the mirror is polished.

I feel the thing or two

I still have to say.

The rain makes it ok.

The rain makes it ok.

Simulacrum of what I was,

I feel the gaps and the twitches

and twerks and go along with it.

Ancient automaton with jerky continuity 

more puppet-like rusty machinery you

might take out of the closet to entertain 

the guests but not in common use.

I get from here to there

to few friends I run into

a few minutes enough.

There’s quiet and stillness and fresh air.

I have the internet if I want to go somewhere.

I want to know what’s going on in the world.

I want to joke about it.

Wouldn’t you?

Eternal youth no more no more bouncing 

around feeling immortal not feeling time

passing no feeling it constantly sands in

in the hourglass situation but not obsessed

just noticing it’s louder a part of my life.

Bardo transition/transition of this life/transition 

to the next life (yes, I’m afraid it is.) change of

venue change of ripening change of taste 

change of mind change of era change of template.

“OK, now I gotcha. I just needed some context.”

“So, you’re like one of those old T. V.’s 

you had to adjust….

you’re fading into a more primitive form…

the film has some frames missing…

ok, I gotcha.”