the works of America’s greatest living poemetrist, alive or otherwise.
so of course
on the day
when i brag
a ha ha!
i am doing….
i am too close
to myself to see
the impact
of day by day.
it’s not mandatory
that i be
irritated, angry, or
upset all the damn time.
no one requires….
power & wealth
(and really,
aren’t they
two sides of
the same tarnished….
my world
without god
is a place
in which
i may be able….
another day.
i’m held prisoner
in dank cells
of what was
and what wasn’t.
waking up
7 minutes
before the alarm
goes off
is a bit annoying….
i get confused
by the irony
of life:
the days crawl by
and they are so….
gloating over the misfortune
of someone who deserves
to suffer misfortune
does not do me
a lot of good.
the Buddha
didn’t use the word
disappointment
to describe life,
but he could have.
my efforts will
always be
second-rate
and i’m cool
with that.
i wake
to quiet panic,
my thoughts
of all the
terrible things….
i wonder what
WS Merwin
is doing this morning.
i wonder if
WS Merwin….
on angry mornings like this,
i hate being reminded
of the right thing to do.
i that that it’s my own mind
reminding me: release the anger.
the ancient brain
that helped humans
survive thousands of years
of saber-toothed tigers
and hostile clans of others….
