late dips...

it's 2am and i can hear the snow
falling and sticking--
calling for notice
and it shouldn't be doing that...
not now

there are enough blankets
being draped about
and we are just
again
beginning to peek under them
to see what's up
down
horizontal
and who's doing what
and why did whatever it was that was done
deserve to be cloaked
and tucked neatly away beyond scrutiny

it's late
the season near done
and the silence
tears through the night with breakneck stealth
and yet i hear it
because it has pushed beyond the element
of delightful surprise

dreading a prolonging,
fearing another cover-up
i can hear a soon to be delayed crash
two or more mechanisms losing traction
behemoth juggernauts
already running too long red-lined
too much fuel expended
and now where did this slippery slope come from

they could have braked earlier had they known
they could have not sped up so fast in the first place
they could have guessed that friction
was something not to dismiss and ignore
but now it's late
and i hear there is a bigger dumping soon to come...
there always is

recipe for american pi

with regard to frequency

velocity zips

by

proportionally related

overtime slips

near distant trips

square rooted just shy

of the erratic irrational

resonate within

beyond constraint

a canvass to paint

some steel to bend

some clay to sculpt

a poem that will never end

augmented argumentative...

each morning i walk into the light
----"must be difficult seeing since your eyes where shut all night"
because there's no where else to go
----"not even to alleviate certain pressures on the bladder"
being it is bright
and it could be be white or even yellow
----"there are dimmer switches available"
i'm never really sure
as it is quite overcoming
and all encompassing
and radiant
almost vibrating
a resonance beyond the neon hum
----"maybe you should move from that apartment above the drug store"
of where i am expected to walk

it could be a very strange place for most
as there is never anyone else there
and there is such a silence
for if i were to drop a pin
an unrestricted impact
would surely rupture an ear drum
----"if you didn't drink so much your hangovers wouldn't be so severe"
so this is my place
my space given to me
or allowed access to
scheduled for a relatively short time
as others wait their turn
----"if you are feeling that bad i don't know why you would want to stand in line for anything unless you really had to"

when this time comes
a moment i can't control
i leave this light
----"you probably should have taken some aspirin before going to sleep"
not as i entered
not with the ease of a breach through a doorway
but instead
a disintegration of nothingness
----"things disintegrate to nothing not nothing disintegrating into something"
as the construction of purpose
and reason
and responsibility
rebuild the current acceptable reality
----"really"
and color is applied
and movement
and the return of the neon hum
----"maybe it’s time you start thinking of getting dressed"
and the relevancy of time again occurs

i can only wonder if i dreamt of this place
because by midday i was never there
----"did you pay the electric bill"
in that light
exposed
as clean as i will ever be
or ever was
purified but not filtered
and i now only remember the return
when i am there
----"were you talking to me"
and never when i'm not
wondering when or if i'll ever get to stay
wondering will i ever really want to
----"i think that is our bus"

maybe...

Sometimes we are so busy, and we be every a busy bee in this money hungry hive we call life, that nary is the moment when we can choose to commit time for respect. Respect for ourselves and who we want to be, not so much who we are. And we project that in our relationships, in the time we allow to happen amongst friends an family. It's not about right or wrong, agreement or difference, loyalty or indifference. Reconnection is a struggle when time pulls and prys in deliberate, almost insidious fashion, as if the world insists on disconnect as a hierarchical standard. Maybe that is what is meant by our national pastime... cynicism.

 

But once in a while, minds meld in a manner that drives intuitive reflex and causes an inner retrospect to fire spark-like an ignition, a cranking that inspires. Maybe that is what is missing. Not enough of us inspire each other beyond commercialized ascension worship and inspiration is a necessary spice in the concoction of life no matter at what level. I don't get inspiration from everyone I come across. But I can surely inspire someone into an action or at least minimally a thought, a breaking of a dull drab mode that they may not even know they are in. Do I need a shock value? No. Do I need a bottle of Tabasco? Maybe.

 

 

occupancy...

it's been a long time since i've been here
this place where i can bear down on the fractured tangents
that occupy time spent
according to the task masters

those keepers of logistical movements
busying idle minds with inconclusive purpose
to be dulled within the moment while
hoping
planning
scheming
to reach the light at the end of the tunnel

they feed well these watchers

and i again find myself here
attached to the process of breath and input
absorption
transformation
and manifestation

i'm not here to call a spade a spade

i see it as something more
potentially pliant beyond initial intended purpose
multidimensional

with this spade one can uncover
pry
sculpt
or partition
or rest upon
and contemplate other options

it is a tool of time
time as money for those who employ it
and time off for those suspended in time
those that lean upon it
teetering and swaying
anchored as time moves on around and past them

i am such a person
with a body in age deterioration and a mind stationary
beyond the clock
punched out
long before overtime kicked in

on the mountains
the snow caps have layered thick this year
and threats of flooding occupy minds who study the effects of quick warming
and gravity on such things

a resulting bulging beyond capacity
and a lowland inconvenience
occupy the minds of builders and producers

the toxicity of chemical laced runoff
and the disease potentials of pooled stagnation
occupy the minds of the public safety guild

i see a cleansing
a flushing of clogged arterials
pathways to bring flood over the lowland soil
to enrich the final destination
the sound
and all points between

i see overflowed septics
brimming with the residuals of human runoff
caffeine and pharmaceutical infused enhancements
abuzz and anti depressed
spilling into soon to be happier and peppier lakes and aquifers
an unintended amping of depressless attitude
recycled without prescription

when the salt of this pee mingles with the salt of the sea
i wonder if the crabs will be less crabby

now that's what I mean...

Intellectual hick at its most supreme...