such a jerk.

Saw you in my mind on the airplane,
waiting, and whole.
All human behavior is a mystery
coping is a skill for this dealing with others.
Try so hard every day all day all night.
Try not to feel like she felt, like she behaved
while the universe laughs in my face.

so slow

The soil possessing the roots
no escape, symbiotic sucking
dark under canopy
nothing moves in as deep
as the big roots, the old roots.
It is strange and uneventful
no sound necessary, all introspection.
no frills no flummery.
The birds are unaware, flying away with out knowing why.

My little organelle, three feet wide, seam to seam,
weeping gore all over the swept white floor.
an unkempt little package, and a small, but not insignificant
exercise in patience.

hey ladies!

last week, and before

The test was on weather systems, satellites and whatnot.
Temporarily escaping from a low-grade, and persistent grey area
I emerge from once in a while to have some fun
-like visiting, touching, testing and pushing.

I love your "shaking a can of bees" analogy when it comes to those two being in the same room...tender situation
I just got in the car and chucked my big black case in the back and said...

p.s. I wear the green shirt every other day.
wasn't the kind of homecoming imagined
but no one wins all the time, or even some of the time.

so there was litter, and other cat associated detritus all around the bathroom floor
...it was really starting to gross me out. So needless to say, Sunday was a relief.

on the a.m.

My time is valuable, and I don't have much.
I need more RAM, and a bigger hard drive.
I envy your four in the morning, damn it.

Your Chicago

Under the sun everything was laid out, and as invisible as we were
my shoes still wore the light grey dust from the concrete.
clear and warm, the marathon was canceled due to death,
and I did not even know, as I was 65 or 70, or legless
running strong though the streets in my mind.

Pretending to be lost in the dark rows of corn
the spores blew off the husks and into our lungs as we
played who's the boss and chicken.
I can believe she might have punched the monster in the face
pushing the myth into the light with her fist,
all the while we refused the map to the center and out of the maze.
were you frightened and running a fever?

The plane ride home was the longest.
The clouds would not behave by
comforting the belly of the bird
where I sat with a restless mind, and a full bladder.