Rouse me from restless slumber
These semi-permanent fixtures
Fixated on midnight toe spasms
And finger twitches
Pouncing,
Practice to catch the
Mouse
Bunny
Bird
Greeting them through
Impenetrable glass.
Whispers from beyond
The sealed threshold
From semi-permanent fixtures
Semi-transparent like ghosts
Or glass
Or water
All liquid in various states of flow
Now flowing freely and running
Dry.
These responsibilities reminding me
Impermanence is a kind of permanence
Like a depression
In a pillow or carpet —
Another flowing liquid, memory,
Reminding me to fill their cup
Lest they go thirsty, and
Rouse me from restless slumber.
In Darkness
In dark room I write
Fountain nib scratching white space black
Between blue lines
A rules follower, I ride
Placid currents, like surfing on the surface
Of a swimming pool, solo
What will you tell them about me
Many years from now
When I have seen them go out sailing
From stranger shores
On stronger seas
With stringers strung and swaying
And hungry for fresh fish
While I have stayed stationery
And solo?
Writing in a dark room,
Time ticking. Song ends.
Nothing new to say.
You say nothing new because nothing new exists
In darkness.
Kids These Days
The amusement never ceases
'Round they spin
The carousel a kaleidoscope
Of crying, squealing, screaming, laughing
A blur, a mirage
Stopping only to recharge
Eat, nap, repeat
Greet the world through a backlit portal
Blue light, blue dog
Glued eyes
Too surprised those blue eyes are blue, I
Remember Blue's Clues
And Scooby Doos
It happened to me too, that
Algorithm arresting attention from
Kids these days
Truth Is
What do I know about Truth?
I believe it is simple
It represents the experiences we share
Like the sweetness of a watermelon
Snipped from the vine
Sliced into cubes or wedges or half-moons
That fit perfect in our grasping hands
So we can run and eat
Wearing the rind like a toothy grin
Or it is the communal fear and thrill of firsts
Like driving
Gripping the steering wheel, the
Humming engine vibrates through our fingertips, and
Releasing the brake pedal
After selecting a gear
Sends vibrations to the wheels,
Which turn in proportion
To the pressure
Imposed
Upon the accelerator
Thing is
I do not believe Truth is simple
Truth is simple
Truth is simply these feelings we all carry
But our feelings
Inform our Truths
Truth is
There is no Universal Truth
Truth is a spectrum of colors
Viewed under different light
Electric or gas
Naive or Sincere?
Commitment like a condition
Quick
Consume the Kool-Aid
Kill (yourself) or be killed (by us)
Conditional Community
Countless collaborators collide
In calamitous cacophony
One man is no savior
No village survives the poisoned well
What is true
Is that is true
Is what
You see?
We are all of us entangled like two quarks
Or two quacks
What quacks, a duck
What ducks, a man
What mans, what men, what me
Commit
Quick
Exchange
Morning blue gray
Weeping
Untreated wooden slat fence
Swells, bows, cracks, splinters
Property ends, property begins
Fence remains, fence rests, fence retires
Door opens, door closes
Woman emerges, dog emerges
Dog wanders.
Snapshots
Dog one frame, then panel
Like video buffering
Door opens, door closes
Woman retreats, dog retreats
Clucking
Morning song, mourning song?
New life or food, the egg?
Splashing, squelching
Flooded mud impacted, compacted
Footprint fans, footprints ferns fossilized
Weeping subsides
Morning bright blue, bright yellow, bright green
Crickets clicking, chickens chattering
Retreat inside, exchange heat for home
And home for life