no one important
drifting toward death
           drifting ...

lonely as the rain
         sunlight
          Spain!

Seattle ferry boats
green and white
   slow delight

twilight blue
  Seattle U.
      1992

summer sunlight
talk with my sons
        el futuro

Come to sleep
Restful day
Q to college
Callooh! Callay!

Als Ick Kan
Mother Mary May
Drift toward death
Silent Way

Talk to my sons today
Their wonderful voices
             xie xie

The torment
    twilight
        blue

Disturbed and Disturbing
               Patience
                   Slow.

The storm rages and passes
                survival
                patience

Not to take myself too seriously
I slowly pass away
Just a few poems
My sons: callooh! callay!

Sleep till noon
Dawn goes down to day
I drift toward death
Can't find words to pray

                    Ole!

yearning to Escape
but nowhere to go
          Sigh ...

Frederick, Maryland is ordinary
I just drive my car
See my youngest son
Exoplanet star

Soft summer night
A night of fearless sleep
Frederick, Maryland
Promises to keep

                  Dailiness.

Just a few little poems
       Seattle twilight
            misty rain

Buddhism is right about transience
Nothing at all can last
I miss her in the twilight
This too shall pass

I like rock n' roll music
I wish I could sing better
Wrote her after all these years
Told her I couldn't forget her

                    Florida!

BBQ today
Plus Wagon Wheel
I'm in Maryland
But the South I can feel

Timor mortis conturbat me
I'm a Markson man
Troubled going forward
Do the best I can

                       Amen.

Such a gentle voice
  Such pretty eyes
      Such Susan

I think my moment is over
              the sadness
                 the song

In my solitude
    Yearning
       Susan

Taipei 101
  Taxi home
     Day is Done

Took a train from London
     River Eden, Wetheral
                Hey Y'all

the ordinary is enough for me
eating, sleeping, driving
true happiness:
to see my sons are thriving

dailiness is salvation
a night of fearless sleep
check in with my sons
promises to keep

              beep beep

Panic attacks, Jack
          Patience
          Courage

California Coast
Fog on the Golden Gate
Destiny not Fate

socially awkward
   in my solitude
     soul sorrow

Troubled soul
  Rock n' roll
     Patience ...

Solo in New York City
       Doing his best
      David Markson

Another frightening dream
Prayers for my dad
4:49 a.m.
Sweet Sir Galahad

I play for my team
I wake, I take, I write
Back to troubled sleep
Looking for the light

                  alright.

My son at play today
             Gracias
              Xie Xie

I don't like Fr. James Martin, SJ
No need for celebrity priests
Time tick tocks
The sun rises in the East

Might visit the taco truck
The concert in the night
Seattle twilight blue
Gatsby's green light

                     Alright!

Watch my son at play
Dodge ball, climbing rocks
I walk around a bit
Bought him shining socks

He is 12 years old
A sweetheart of a boy
He and his brothers
They are my pride and joy

                     Play on!

Seattle ferry boats
           Kells
      Witherells

I dreamed that I was Joan of Arc
My sword, my lance, my steed
My enemy arrayed against
His corruption stank like greed

I sallied forth alone
I suffered many a blow
I shouted, Long live France!
I scrambled in Seattle snow

                   Absurd! I know.

56 and falling
exoplanet sky
          aye.

Boredinary, Maryland
     Talk with my sons
      hope. fear. hope.

Fog blows through the Golden Gate
              Moroccan mint tea
                             Si

Absence. Silence. Missing.

Vulnerable, she called me
           I fade away
               xie xie

Seattle ferry boats
     Twilight blue
         Seattle U.

Sunlit Italy
Honeymoon in Rome
A little ancient world
Very far from home

Take care of my sons
Boring daily life
Courage in the Dread
Peace in the Strife

                   Viva!

Me quoting T.S. Eliot:  true poetry can communicate before it is understood.

She: it doesn't need to be understood. Poetry is a kind of shared privacy.

the isolation
     bell jar
     yo solo

David Markson
   Als Ick Kan
        Selah.

Friendships fail
wiser, sadder man
     small steps

Friendships fall apart
Nothing at all can last
Silent meditation
This too shall pass

Lightning over the Atlantic
Softfall lamplight rain
Wash away my blues
Santiago, Spain

             broken brain

Not too good at friendship
Mostly misunderstanding and pain
California Coast
I ride the Downbound Train

In my solitude
I just can't explain
Maybe GMU
Maybe Purple Rain

Fragments. Threads. Obsessions.
               Mustard Seeds.