Happy 70th John Lennon –
you did more for us than you could have ever known.
peace now, yes, we want it –
War is over, yes, we want it.
rest eternally in the lap of your laurals
you have earned them over and over.
October 5, 2010
hide the medicine bottle, lest the neighbors find out
I struggle to not hear the voices and focus on the line, the word, the work, the breath, the moment, the standard passing of time and deliverance from this lifers bondage.
I hold the key, juggling it out from one hand to the other and the intermediate pocket but still cannot find the door from where I came in.
oblivion, yes oblivion and we hang. ticking ticking absent from our mortal clock in which the hours pass by and days and days are numbered lest remembered filtered through our hopes, dreams of what was and what should have been.
but this is me and without the medication to narrow my path focused on the reality that is elsewhere or nowhere or invented by Eli Lilly and company in some board room and experimental lab where test tubes are filled with patients like me.
our subject may be queer in the head, our subject may be recognized to be not there, filling time time time always time in notes and sufferings small and individual expressed out in letters scatters around America or larger, the world.
October 3, 2010
if men are from Mars and the other from Venus – why is it I have a stamp on my ass that says “Made on Titan, a subsidiary of Saturn, inspector no. 5”?
October 2, 2010
I have nothing
I have something great to say, something that may be construed as important – I swear that I am trying to get it out and can promise you it is several pages right now and missing a potential several pages more.
I did write a new short poem recently and got partially caught up – one letter down and the truck is properly registered. Reality tells me that I’ve also gotten caught up on a third unmentioned letter but this was only prompted by the receiver making a preemptive e-mail and being quite kind. An old friend wrote me that I have been meaning to reach out to and was only failing with how – well, that’s done now and onto the next thing.
wrestling with this several pages or ignoring it still and try writing something new.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 