It’s no time to complicate
To arrange or communicate
Add more layers to the dress
Consider angles of load and stress
Master techniques, straighten lines
Research approaches, estimate times
Prepare the process or perfect the plan
Apologize or repay the man
No time to add another flock of words
Just time to vanish like Imagined birds
No time to worry about what happens so
Just close your eyes and let them go
Majestic forest Northern
California summer crunch
each step dry cracking
Deadfall
Overhead widow makers
everywhere blow downs and
knock downs
Tinder really
Dead
Wood
my thoughts also crunchy
Fire Fear
Armageddon too!
I think I want it to just be over
So much pain
In the news
more pain
in the forest, the streets, families
PAIN
Even sex seems painful now
Poetry too!
I brought a small notebook
Out to this wood
on retreat
But forgot to remind myself
“bring a pen”
Then found one and it’s out of ink
So much pain
So I’m typing a phone note
By the flicker of an led tea light
Instead of a candle
Because…
Fire
27 jun 19
one wonderful thing
about spring
life’s strange now / packing for australya /
drather head for yosemite / get lost frost bite /
sigh white privilege packs / startup biz trip /
like disney / strange acid tools /
all corporate now / rollerball 3000 /
suck it and see /
On the front step
Watching the orange cat
Chewing… Biting really
The herb growing by the sidewalk
Tiny blue blossoms
I don’t know… maybe it’s catnip
I thought, “this‘d make a good poem”
But it wasn’t dirty enough or something
Because honestly, in my hand,
Was a device tuned to a digital book about behavioral triggers
Because maybe someday I want to make something
More of my life than impulsively scribbling down
These dirty scraps of noticing…
Not even insights… Just saw a cat, big deal
But he was so mad at this herb
Maybe it wasn’t catnip
And a real poet would be reading a book on native herbs
Then of course the cat noticed me
And stared at me hard like… I really can’t say
As if it wanted me to turn into a big pizza
Or a live tuna fish
He even took a few steps towards me
And let out a miserable squawk
But I wasn’t feeling it
maybe I was being cat like
He gave up and walked away
wayback debris / fading crumbs / feeling
we humans scurry…
from commodity to place
to consume & waste
& develop more desire
then repeat the cycle / then repeat the cycle
hunting
hungry
for the next / for the next
ice cream bar whiskey bar
beyond the bar
to a place
of seeing
the desire arise
slowing the film
curious
seeing
even deeper
but not
“biting the hook”
(march 2017 santa rosa)
what now? the pain
continues
the people
have dispersed
all lights out
for the night
i run absurd
dreams through the streets
get surrounded
by
multitudes
i disappear
invisible
confused horrified
(march 2017 sonoma county)
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 somewhere
Thrift store score / tangible fetish / endurance / impermanence / artifacts