the works of America’s greatest living poemetrist, alive or otherwise.
the dream
wakes me
and lets me
remember,
lets me….
should i do this
(i want to do this)
or should i do that
(i want to do that)
so of course….
i am so afraid
of live
my own life,
even though
that life….
the purpose of life
is to survive
and create new life
to follow after you,
surviving and creating….
the space
in my head
is too small
for me
to live.
confronting
what i would
rather ignore
until it
disappears forever….
i am free
to live my life
as i please
with my only limits being
my sufficient income….
yes, i am
one of those people
(annoying?)
who asks,
with neither….
a hamster wheel
would at least
give me exercise.
i gain nothing
from my….
how helpful
for my mind
to notice
all the flaws
(so many flaws)….
this morning,
this setting
deserves the touch
of a true poet.
instead….
walking up
the down escalator
is where my mind goes
when i feel
like i’ve not done enough….
i don’t dream
about my ex-wife
too often.
like all my dreams,
they have nothing to do….
adjusting
on the fly
to a life
(mine)
that seems….
outside my window,
the neighbor’s AC unit
runs day and night,
a low hum topped
by a metal whir….
