Equanimity

As much as I would
like to argue profoundly
about externalities,
bond markets,
redistribution,
and wealth,
I cannot help but
remember that
-until they destroy
it all-
each day will bring
sunshine and rain
the birds will still sing
and I will live
until I die.

Too tired for love

It was late
on a Thursday

"Hey there
hot stuff!"
I said,
nervous but
pretty cool
about it

"Hey, baby!
How you doing?"

"Getting by.
You?"

"Getting by."

"Can I see you?"

"Okay sure"
Both already bored.

Sometimes it's
easy to forget
that
the chaos of love,
the apocalyptic
rapture of yearning,
destroyer of worlds,
can be found deep down
somewhere
in
that stupid girl
I met at the bar

Growing up

What was I?
Pretty girl of mine.
Before you
laid before me
naked
and waiting
Changing you
and changing me
with your
smile.

Divine intervention

I was flying down
Route 6-West back
to Worcester,
everything down
in that black
sports car

I was bouncing back
from a hard despression.
The uppers had kept
me up most of the
night and the booze
given me some painful
shits this morning,
I was feeling
real bad

Bus the sun was
doing me real good.
So was the thought
of sitting around at
home
Getting shit done or
not.

All of a sudden a
monster of a rig
hops int he passing lane

Sulfur! It was
like the fucking thing
was hauling low tide
from the Cape!

"Jesus Christ!" as
a bit of wet trash
flew through the sun
roof.

It smelled like a giant
baby was spreading its
cheeks and browning
the walls of the shipping
container

I was disgusted! Repulsed!
About 45 seconds of
revulsion then:
I
laughed and
laughed
and
laughed.

New day

The sun on your face
like daybreak for us
after a long night

If I could change into a million selves
I'd send one to climb each peak and gaze far off
toward home.
-Saigyo, Poems of a Mountain Home (page 68)

The songs of the ancient
Americans are ringing
through the afternoon haze
Like a cloud bulging
With storm