and then i bothered not to
oh lady our lourdes
crying chaplets at the concrete
how the concrete resembles you
though i don't move
i keep
a herd of donkeys
out behind the creek
and they whistle
the song of a lonesome pitbull
traversing
paths coughed with snake spit
and no food
no food at all
just the sound of a pellet
rifling thru a bean can
hung on a hurricane fence
with a grape vine
but the people living closest
to the airport
can't afford to fly
so i keep my bills
in the corner
like a child in "time out"
just waiting
to come back into full attention
but when i'm 40 miles off shore
above swordfish sparring
some commercial current
i'll repel lengths of line
in case the firecrackers
send my knuckles
into a shake i'm unfamiliar with
the grapes ripen
and the gourds simply take over
20 miles an hour
down 35 in a rain
that should be given a title
all the rain
like a new majority
descending on the city
only to call
a neighborhood meeting
when you'd like to stay home for the nite
stay home for the day
work from home
doing something now
wouldn't that be nice?
for a while?
the flood of 07
and the kids on rusty razor scooters
i noticed my eyes throbbing
earlier
but this recent dream included me
staring into a mirror
for what seemed like hours
with me
only thinking, "my how you've grown old..
my how..."
a link of chains pops
like me doing something wrong
and i figure i'll slowly
do nothing
except focus
on the things that happen naturally
let "naturally" make the decisions for awhile
and i'll simply quit deciding what i want to do
it's been so long
like that
that
making an effort to do
instead of being done
i mean
i do move
about
and there's no stopping that
and with this current
with all this rain?
there's nothing else i can do
except move with it
and let it run
its course
i guess
crying chaplets at the concrete
how the concrete resembles you
though i don't move
i keep
a herd of donkeys
out behind the creek
and they whistle
the song of a lonesome pitbull
traversing
paths coughed with snake spit
and no food
no food at all
just the sound of a pellet
rifling thru a bean can
hung on a hurricane fence
with a grape vine
but the people living closest
to the airport
can't afford to fly
so i keep my bills
in the corner
like a child in "time out"
just waiting
to come back into full attention
but when i'm 40 miles off shore
above swordfish sparring
some commercial current
i'll repel lengths of line
in case the firecrackers
send my knuckles
into a shake i'm unfamiliar with
the grapes ripen
and the gourds simply take over
20 miles an hour
down 35 in a rain
that should be given a title
all the rain
like a new majority
descending on the city
only to call
a neighborhood meeting
when you'd like to stay home for the nite
stay home for the day
work from home
doing something now
wouldn't that be nice?
for a while?
the flood of 07
and the kids on rusty razor scooters
i noticed my eyes throbbing
earlier
but this recent dream included me
staring into a mirror
for what seemed like hours
with me
only thinking, "my how you've grown old..
my how..."
a link of chains pops
like me doing something wrong
and i figure i'll slowly
do nothing
except focus
on the things that happen naturally
let "naturally" make the decisions for awhile
and i'll simply quit deciding what i want to do
it's been so long
like that
that
making an effort to do
instead of being done
i mean
i do move
about
and there's no stopping that
and with this current
with all this rain?
there's nothing else i can do
except move with it
and let it run
its course
i guess