a gray morning in November
unseasonably warm

once again it is the crows domain
they speak to one another, you know

the wind carries anticipation
the ground seems ready willing and able
to accept the coming snow

yesterday was a rare day
I did not drive my automobile
good news traveled my way

one dry leaf falls
floats on the breeze
****** it before it touches
the earth interrupting
determinism

anxiety stifles happiness
a goal that is realized
in stops and starts
a million jabillion thoughts
each and every day
yet we see ourselves as making rational choices
information overload
any idea what the mistake ratio might be ?


Wednesday, November 6, 2013

from this moment springs

the improbable

our minds

which can soar to anywhere

are all we have

there is no alternative

objective thought

does not count



Tuesday, November 5, 2013

the clear autumn morning
hides nothing from the crow
as the backlit sphere
of the milkweed spore
floats by
tumbling with purpose
take a look
at what fills the air
bird leaf tree debris dust smoke cloud sunbeam
invisible eddies
my intellect


Tuesday, November 5, 2013

now where did that parachute go ?
I like what you did with the house
the staircase with the stenciling
bright ornate table lamps gaudy
but it all fits somehow
I have to get home then to work
then back here again
but I need that chute
Tommy searched a hall closet
found one unfolded and one ready to drop
I’ll sleep on a chair somewhere I thought


Monday, November 4, 2013

as illusions go
the dawn is right up there
along with happiness
it picks a spot
of darkest darkness
beginning to glow
oh so very slow
and calls the birds
to begin their dances


Monday, November 4, 2013

creature comforts
pillowed soul
accomplishments
that hide the goal
set in motion
conniving mind
in merriment
that none will find


Monday, November 4, 2013

looking back
I really did not understand much
of what was delivered to me as my youth
either that or I didn’t listen hard enough
I did not understand the aim behind education and the painful interaction of other children caught as I was
I did not understand the point of religious studies; some of the paintings and statues in church scared the living lick out of me
I did not understand baseball or its plan
I did not understand money or business careers
I did not understand the ways of government; they just commanded everybody, right?
I did not understand the need for war and violence that a loud part of the culture made important and readily available
I did not understand history or the parade of people that came before me and surrounded me
one thing I did understand however
that my parents would accept any forfeit towards my comfort
and that my mother, in particular, would sacrifice her very life for my well being
in that regard I was a bear cub
and what does it mean for a bear cub to understand anything?


Sunday, November 3, 2013