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The if only poem and the why me poems always lead to the nobody cares poem so I’ll just put on my shoes and play some music, look out the window at the clouds. We have discouraged our last poet. What is this? Is it a cloud? Is it a waterfall? Is it a dream … Read more…

To state the obvious to send a prayer “protect her” to think of it floating upwards to think I’m not a mouse in a hole that bird looks so like the bird of my youth is it the same bird a mouse in a cave pretending divinity I can see the bird flying with my … Read more…

While you were waiting she was sleeping. While she was sleeping. I was wanting, yearning, without cigarrettes I have no perceived angst. Take the pill. These modern times go down with the pill. Why cry? The world will go on without your poetry. Why try, and yet trying is what you are about, going there, … Read more…

The common thread is that they were all rough drafted on audio tape while driving a Suzuki in the upper Himalayas up to the Maling Glacier on the Indo-Tibet road, in April 2005. They reflect one recurring string of thought, as is common when driving alone. They talk about Moscow, the mountains, the foothills “¦ … Read more…

The Shadow Returns A stranger here not knowing it’s a shadow appearing disappearing a skittish movie reel with shifting frames apologizing endlessly for trivialities. Sometimes speaking knowing that it’s slightly out of sync hoping to be heard erratic traveler never here nor there a shadow from another place. The light is somewhere else.

Oh we’ll keep doing it won’t we? As if anyone cared more than we, we paragons of virtue. Oh look at those in front of us for this weed, this plant, this maker of money, this earth medicine, whose very name we dare not say. Oh look at those in front of us They are … Read more…

Once young man we drove on roads of oil. We had so much oil we made grocery bags out of it, grocery bags! Once young man we drove 5000 pound cars to buy a 12 ounce loaf of bread. Once young man we drank 12 teaspoons of sugar in our drinks we were fat and … Read more…

Softness The softness of silence and the sound of the refrigerator soft tones end the day send us to twilight soft sounds like crickets cars in the night the rain like feet in the sheets soft like the wind in the trees a baby’s breath softness as she turns in the night Caramel with vanilla … Read more…

The empty universe improbability theorem Could there be an empty universe? Is an empty universe even possible? Would  probability show the impossibility of an empty universe? There is no possibility of a machine which could pull a perfect vaccuum. The physics of perfection do not exist. Here are the laws of thermodynamics: If the energy and … Read more…

Poems just start knowing only that it is started I must now find some seed some grain some focus some hold on things, like a cane holding me up on the petal of a flower I must find this earth on which to stand and say and say that the bee knows what to say … Read more…