8.7.99, midnite

Trade for player
to be named at a
          later date

*          *          *

The storms have come again
we talk on the phone and I
          hear the thunderclap
          through the receiver before
it reaches my own ears
you are closer to the
          storm I say
as another flash lights
          up the sky

11 ½ hours up and running
          my dogs are tired
nothing like a little
humiliating service for
the buck
when things calm down
when things get back to normal
when all this is over
when I can sleep
          zones of compliance          it
          doesn't matter              I can
          give it all up as
          much           as easy as
          the next person

there are fireflies in your
magnificent watermelon flesh
sponge tongues with half
life of a dinosaur

She said           You are cool
          I am cool
She said          You have
          good people here
I am good people

just float me a loan, Time
so I can catch up on
          my correspondence

Dear You:
          Sorry I have been so
out of touch.  I have
forgotten why I was
pursuing my life's work.
All shiny objects look good
to the crow.

*          *          *

You should stop seeing me
now before it becomes
offensive.  I am trouble.
          cruel.          I'm only telling
you this for your own good.

Don't bet on this bird.  or
let everything surprise you.
I do.          stop.
          I am not the smart one
not an academic / intellectual.

Everything here has taken years
to gather          and even
so, the old dusty junk
needs sorting through.
After I'm gone.  be sure
to save the instructions.
fold them right and a map appears.
it will guide you to the
secrets of the universe.

noon

This is about
          sustenance
or overindulgence
          meat for meat
bone for bone
or perhaps a
          garden variety?

Our minds recognize
          our minds
Bodies recognize our
          bodies
Albeit fleeting
and an
          infinite journey
No There