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
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.
OM – the ancient howl
thunder beat – heat
clang and dumb, the time sound
hot persistent beneath
the tiny murmurs of secret heads
shuffling past with small concern
of the immediate preceding
succeeding
moments
yes, the little now
so stack them up
yes, pause and rise up
and consider all this
smallness multiplied
and you can’t, can you?
it’ll overwhelm you, won’t it?
the immense hope and regret
expanding ever outward…
is the big bang
april 2003
Las Vegas probably poolside…