Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Garden State of Mind

the stillborn poems
all blue veiny in formaldahyde
hideously beatiful and
floating sad in potential
that never was

i should move to jersey
and live not near the hoi
nowhere near the polloi
but by the broken
so comfortable they
don't know, don't care...
hell they might not even
be broken 

or no more damaged goods
than anyone else

lake forest
october 2022

Sunday, May 1, 2022

poetry of everyday life

an overwhelmingness with life
but not the things to do, places to go,
not by what i should buy next

overwhelmed by what?
    life?

the people
their very being
their doing and moving about
their sayings and sighs

wondering how they are
soaring and struggling
loving or being shunned
the overwhelming uncommonness
of the poetry of everyday life

overwhelmed by the
neither winter nor spring
equinoxious void between
death and rebirth

march 2022

just maybe

just wandering along
maybe trying to make things
make more sense... maybe

more sense than dogmas
if more sense even matters
in the grand scheme, if there is
even a grand scheme or theme

and, maybe, that's simply ok
maybe that is the final grasp
of the plan, the design, the way,
the path that is so wide
that everyone's following it...

north park
april 2022

the caterpiillar in me

what is it but a dream?
like i drempt i was... what?
a butterfly?  an earthworm?
an octopus? a warlord?
virtuoso something or other?
or am i awake

daydreaming
mittying about
in a stream of
great unconciousness

albany park
april 2022

Wednesday, March 2, 2022

Places of Power

on that certain stair
of our first house

or
the hallway balcony
of this one

the childhood
front porch in detroit
or the nutmeg wiltonian

places of power
    rejuvenation
    maybe a vortex
to what? dare I say
    wisdom
    higher consciousness
    divine insight
    the mind's eye
    to one's own soul...

so said castenda back
when i thought I wanted to
    to be more spiritual
    and find that mined eye
    to where my soul should be