almost
3 days ago
went
to the store to
buy some
strawberries and
plums

she was on the
corner holding a
sign had a bowl
of water for
the dog wearing scarf

the guy who
i guess
owned the corner
told her
you can’t stay here

so
she took the dog
and her sign and
went
somewhere else
left me to wonder

it’s a madhouse
and wherever you and
your dog wearing scarf
went
i am with you

will it ever
change
will it ever
feel
like it’s right
knowing
this very lonesome
part
and the view
and the memory
and the town
now
a big city
in flux

will you ever change
will you ever
believe
have a garden
plant a tree
feed
all the wild
birds

said nothing
did less than
more

remember
how this day feels

am
here to applaud

in
just a few weeks
you will
look like that

everything evolving
a painting
almost done

tomorrow
when
the sun shines

here we are
miles apart
luck would have
us seeing clearly
thru the mind’s eye

yours and mine

together at last
feeling the shame of
thoughtlessness

hold me hold my
hand feel the fingers
as they reach for
your dignity

clearify lust
let it die
let it come back
angelic and pure

how
can anything be
so giving

i was trained
to be
a monkey on a
leash
dancing circles
accordian secured
by a strap to
my chest

then
i began
to play

mine and yours
and the tennessee
moonlight
waltz

left for dead
bones wrapped in skin
tightening
life as a screw

science has helped us
betrayed us
invented an experiment
meant for the gods

the school bus driving
stopping for children
holding their lunches
dinner too

class full of hungry
minds and education
difficult being studious
to this or that

life has a purpose
the awkward conclusion
breathtaking illusion
described as a goal

being mercy
the kind you can hold

gone today here is tomorrow
take the kayak
a pole to fish

created
in the image
of someone
unfamous
a weed maybe
a sycamore tree

where the trees
and sky
marry
where the rocks slide
tortured momentum
when the road is blocked
find another way

when the gun is drawn
with a pencil
on paper
when the bullet
passes
thru your eye
then out
the back of
your skull

then you know
then
you abruptly know

see
you laughing
at
the thought

god
we are holy

got
an atm
for the house
for the rented
apartment

can
get money
anytime

millions
of dollars in
the next room
and
i am over here

later
when death arrives
when the pizza
is delivered

one bite
collapses in a new
chair

it will be days
before
they find you
and the pizza

box open
one slice missing

as science becomes
and guys
with guns and god
get their foot in

it is despicable i
heard that

the language itself is
arguably meant to cut
served
up have a last
meal and believe
somebody
other than you
must
be coming
must be moving in

arrived
in
the mail

seems cruel
the swing
the fun
and excitement

push me
harder
mom
push me higher

what’s left
is
nothing
what’s left
are
memories

our time
on
the swing