claim?

I think it all started when we
first had stuff to park-horses,
carts, sleds, dugouts, cars.
we had to claim a space not
our own as we walk away.
 
it’s the space we carry around,
that never really gets claimed.

B movie aesthetics

he treated life to nothing more.
nor to nothing less.
to expect anything different
requires willing suspension of disbelief.
(he’s grateful for life’s uncertainties,
and it’s B movie aesthetics.)

variegated footprints

from behind, he deftly slipped up on austerity,
spray cans fanning color all over,
variegated footprints across the page.
still, though, a lentitudinous pace.

colorful army of one, confounding all foibles…

these pages lie

these pages lie
here not for rest,
but, like old banana leaves,
could provide surprising
slip to rigid legs.
no tranquility offered, only
views of hidden contradictions so
that a new passion for balance is
gleaned.
grow one arm longer that the other,
it will straighten your gait.

clever notification

my cat has taken to walking
on the piano keys to say it wants out.

even clever notification–that one
wants ‘out’–works, but not often.
remember that open mouth
waiting on the flying chicken,
oh, and the countless religious gestures
I didn’t mention.

just another

‘gotcha last’, just another
fleet footed memory
tagging along.

staying in place

the gravel on our road
is a touchy subject.
it doesn’t want to stay in
place like it should.
then again, we too are
supposed to stay in place.

intentionally haphazard

instead of a focused mentation
coupled with sweeping vision,
how bout desultory attention
amid tight sight?
intentionally haphazard, yet
comprehensively embracing.

weeds

weeds,
out of place
tenaciousness.

precipices of mind

forsake all advice that is not as
boundless as its subject.
abundant truth even found by stumbles.
(sotto voce, that’s stumbling toward precipices of mind.)

pikers

we complain about
distraction without.
hah, pikers in comparison.

only dirt

ants found on the high peak.
vistas at hand; still,
only dirt comes into their view.

without ceremony

tea without ceremony.
herbal concoctions
pour themselves.
the cup never fills,
all tastes, sagely infused.

sorta out of kilter

a satisfaction in fixing;
lots of apparent brokens–
almost would be better
if we really were.
(it’s the sorta out of kilter
stuff that’s most troubling.)

reclaim

consider ‘opposites converging’
this way–they all have short term
leases from life and occasionally
life needs the reclaim the space for
a little special fun…

echoes

tiny echoes of chemical silence
glad-handing life one synapse at a time.

curtain of mind

head straight into this world, now.
step off your current distraction.
if poised in your movement, the
curtain of mind parts.
stepping through and turning,
you see there was no curtain, no
distraction, and no you to be hesitating.

mandelbrotian

 

someone said “ain’t”
is a contraction for
“ain’t not”– a
mandelbrotian, tail
chasing, loopy is-ness.

this is the sort of
jewel in the grass
that will keep nibbling
for days.

rare visit

rare visit from crane.
pond, always open
for lunch.

dancing in molasses

dancing in molasses,
even fingers stuck,
at least above,
the roof still off.

gads, only complaints
crawl forth.
must be attracted to the
sweetness.

variety

how little we understand variety.
far less than what we have access to
serves us amply as diverseness.

small curbs

on small curbs do big feet trip.
perhaps, best for some of us
to use handicap ramp.

rearranging

nothing more important
than rearranging,
if that is all you can do
at the moment.

the three pines

my friends,
the three pines.
must grow
on their own.

walk about

this effort is not special.
being ordinary is not inferior.
but being able to walk about in your mind
while unattached to such notions
increases the endorphin grease that
augments your internal slipperiness–
and helps pry loose any holding nails.

prelude

when you’re floating
in a local river, you don’t
go any faster than
that crap around you.
you want to get outta there,
somewhere, anywhere, and you hate
your predicament.

all just a prelude to drowning–
he never saw there wasn’t any crap.

sort of like

another similarity,
as if you were expecting
something else? anyway, this
is sort of like programming,
you’re optimistic, it’s sorta
working, then you find a bug.
but you are sure it’s the very last one.
…..right.

unnoticed

cell phone,
easy for words.
though smooth path,
many stumbles
yet unnoticed.

savor the pressure

becoming-is the train.
always moving on, but
you feel stuck in mid car,
can’t advance, can’t go
back, and can’t stay
cause the conductor
wants a ticket….
savor the pressure,
make up your response
each click of the rails.

obverse

you speculate the hidden.
now to know the obverse.
it can be, because of
a certain fungibility.
that which oppresses,
releases.
that which hides,
reveals.
1^st, look up obverse.
it is so described because
of where you are standing.

big time togetherness,
without the time.