jackson
pollock
on
painting

so how do you
feel
about art

it is funded you know

so are libraries

could
take the bus
except
there is no
bus

drifting
thru the lavender
mist

music to
the ears
of
the birds

so glad you
found
me

wonder
sometimes
where you live
would
love to see
your
home

work now
for
a
corporation
they want
blood
footprints
of
the first child
a camera
placed above the
bed and
movies about
breakfast

when
did i
agree
to all that
when
i qualified

guess i do not
mind

work now
in
a garden
surrounded by
worms and giant
bags
of peat moss

punch in and
out

decisions and
written plus oral
arguments

the deal was done
was
doing it for
them
not coming back

would ask
lots of questions
unanswered

went to the chamber
to dance

and all along
been thru salvation
none of this
ever
quite happened
more than
twice

you
are not entitled
for
whatever your
fucked off
reasons
not
to talk

it is
not mysterious
not anything
it’s
just fucked
off

in the womb
learned
how to play
guitar
fucking melody

voices singing
what i thought
was harmony
tapped my tiny
feet

there are pictures
in one hand
a harmonica
the other
a stick for
a drum

that day i
became
a band

then
the sun came out
shined
like it knew
something

doubtful
an empty pot
miss yesterday
when
it was full

feels like a
hat searching
for a head

a thought in
need of a pencil

a cigarette
long ago
forgotten

ww3
they took a break

enjoying my loneliness
the reassuring sound
of the quiet

down to one
bar

well
that does not make
any
fucking sense
know how

the cats
sleeping
i am dreaming
with
the cats

birds chipmunks
other cats
foolish dogs
hiding bones
stupid people
acting
smart

fell down
then
got up

required adjustments
vision tests
things with blood
urine fecal
collecting

i am a doctor
somedays
then
other days
an oncologist
a mortician
a dentist

i am a healer