what now?

what now? the pain
the people
have dispersed
all lights out
for the night
i run absurd
dreams through the streets
get surrounded
i disappear
confused horrified

(march 2017 sonoma county)

not important

body of man in suit taking iphone selfie in mirror

	once we were big shots
inventing the net
	were important people
		in the edge
cracks		me  up		ha ha
	ha how 	much   has changed
don’t even 	recognize myself
	on market street
but	i still have 	that suit

Mystery Sound #108

Outside my window
I hear mysteriously
a small chirp-like sound
repetitive and device-like.
My first thought is danger!
(These are fraught times.)
Is it a gas leak? Or a tree branch cracking off?
Or an electrical transformer
on the pole across the street
about to explode?
So I open the blinds
cautiously and… nothing.
The scene outside is placid.
The tree quietly intact.
The transformer hangs, solid.
The air, clear, smells like fall.
Across the sky I see
different kinds of birds
flying in various directions,
or landing, or merely
hopping about pecking the ground.
I see bees buzz
bouncing among the blossoms…
The sound is gone.
But the mystery seems to have expanded
beyond me and even my environment,
expanded to the point
of no point.


One For The Dead

WilliBrown VeniceBeach 2005
though my chest rises with breath and my head nods on my neck these fingers typing here will one day feed the earth though now in my room with the sunlight streaming onto my right foot i can see hear and touch the space it really won’t be long until i am space and some other singer laments us you and i who have died but haven’t left space there are bodies and there are beings and today i am both