A Sublime Uncertainty
It seems to be raining because everything’s wet
Yet I can’t see the rain unless I look real hard
Or actually not that hard at all
And then it’s so fine, this glimmer within the pale of morning
You’re not really sure if it’s mist or mirage
Or just the come-hither lights of Jolly Evermore
Our shapely mother
The slippery hips of her cup
For G
I imagine the wings at your ankles
Greet the sidewalks now
With bolder step and boogie
I’ll be thinking of you this Christmastime
Not sure if you even have a sweater or warm socks to wear
You the minimalist
What on Earth can you possibly wish for?
Everyone’s whispering their wishes
Littering the heavens
When I was a kid, I used to spend a lot of time
At a little chapel in the forest above Kerhonkson
I loved how it pulsed with sunbeams each time the wind blew through a hemlock
Salamanders crawled alongside me, and fragrant pine hung in the air
I was small boned and thin
The trees tossed me around like the London Bridge falling
I took myself seriously. Brooded
The more I remember the faster I die
This is good
The teaching goes: Die while you are alive
Be absolutely dead
Then do whatever you like
As it is all good
Free Mind, Free Life
Good Morning (You Again ) (Panic Attack)
The day is too beautiful
The sky is too blue
The sun is too bright
I’m exhausted already
Its vivid profile cuts into me
It burns like ice
It’s not moist enough
It swallows the air I need
It spirals the oxygen right out of me
Everything stands straight
Acidic with brilliance
Windless like in a vitrine
I’m saying Oh!
It pulls me into its vortex like a corkscrew in the other direction
Its velvet breath drapes heavily around my neck and shoulders, chest, gross
Please, no drapery in my mouth, not this early in the morning
Oh, I can’t breathe!
It’s too much this heavy softness