Fortune

I've these moments from time to time
over the past few weeks
of startling

I, Me, You and Us

I guess that in large swaths of areas,
I am not all that self evident.

incompetent thought.

There are times

for singing and

dancing close

up to a body.

A way or the other.

It kills me not to talk to you.
I want to.
I think you do to.
I want nothing from you,

palpable

There's this certain lever that you pull
from time to time

Steel shaved and never truly looked carefully after.
It's instructions it reminds us, you, to oil
and clean away deposits.
which we never, ever, do.

Our soul(s) to keep.

I just guess.
That's all I really do.
Take a sliver of the known
information
and
draw the most simple connecting
lines I can.

Trying to Keep It Simple

I have this folder of incomplete works
That follows me around
It’s anywhere from three sentences
to twenty five thousand words

Divided Intentions

well well well.

Time and Place

I hear the sound of returning geese
In there V shaped flocks flanking directionless sounds
out and about at each other.

I walk through the woods I walk through
everyday (I walk through the woods)
with an intensity I just can't seem
to muster on sidewalks.

Meanderin' whichever way.

It's like the Mets calling off a game
because of rain.

(hah! Like they'll ever win anyways?)