life has been good

yes, life has been real good

I like Miller Williams now.
He just told me about
"how we try to mend
our nervous ways for nothing and drink too much

and want bad love."

do you ever feel that, by reading something that clearly explains a problem, you have solved the problem in reality? it doesn't work that way

do you ever feel unimaginably coincidental when you see some act of nature unfurling just feet away from you (a wasp crawling on leaves and petals, a puppy chasing a puppy chasing a puppy)? this is a great time of year to feel that way.

go outside

a week ago or more

I thought I'd post
about how impossibly difficult it is
to attribute appropriate gravity to the words of others.

that would have been stupid







(yesterday I breathed underwater)

waking up etc.

1. I have had a problem waking up today.My alarm cried out in vain, inside discarded jeans, into the space between the pillow and my ears. I am usually an easy wake. I'm not sure what the problem is, but I hope that it is sick of visiting me and will sneak away while I sleep tonight.
   
2. for poh-tree classs I wrote:
   From the warmth found underneath my false fur blanket
   I open my eyes.
   Unlit christmas lights hang limply, suspended by grey and mangled clumps of tape.
   Under these my shelf holds books standing shoulder to shoulder,
   or spine to spine.
   On my desk there are books stacked hastily, corners peeking over corners,
   an upwards striving diagram of lateral movement.
   Through the air float wall-muted melodies molded by some neighbor.
   Soft and electric, they move for the sunlight caged behind my blinds,
   and so do I.
3. today i thought about writing one of the 25 random things about me notes that have floodedfacebook. i have no problems with them. i didn't write it though.
4. at the Target checkout, Vitamin Water costs less than plain bottled water.
5. I may be overextended.
   
   

my mother was an engineer

i am happy to hear the breeze blow by

somewhere icy Wind slaps dry eyes

somewhere husbands beat wives unconscious with hairbrushes

somewhere charlie chaplin juggles grenades

somewhere fish swim to the torches of hungry, spearbearing men

somewhere strings hold up rows of lightbulbs

somewhere strings hold up tree stumps

i am happy to see the pink clouds scratch the great blue back of Night. 

I don't believe in you

2009 and

sometimes we pronounced the names of lovers, parted lips, drew close covers, folded arms, and put our hands between our legs. Once, we struggled with our clothing, stripped our bodies, mirror loathing, ordered coffee, drank our future with the dregs (read our futures in the dregs)

now a cloud looks like a cloud

and a hill looks like a mountain