Doing Time

Wasting time
making time
schtupified

waiting for any shoe to fall.

It was nice earlier, when I was busy
in seemingly meaningful made up realities.

Now it's just me and the landscape,
pen and paper as an excuse
that something is actually happening.

When Trungpa, Rinpoche was alive
and we were young, crazy eyed,
overflowing with hormonal glee...

It was magnificent and terrifying
and everything else all at once.

Now it's just a still life in nature
punctuated by belch and butterfly,
humming bird and fart.