3:07 p.m.
I'm tired but I'm grateful

I remember Copenhagen
Kierkegaard on the map

She wished me abundant joy
I won't see her like Regine

But those words
Ah! Indeed gave me a Zap!

I think I know what they
Will say
The intellectuals and professors

They see through everything
Except how they themselves
Are the aggressors

Elitism is a foolish thing
Even if you love to learn

Better to bring your bookishness
To the troubles that boil and
                       burn

They don't believe in gods or God
Just like they don't believe in
                      fairies

No need to convince them
Is there, Mother Mary?

What dreams indeed may come
When we enter and leave
          The large library?

And what are those sightings
In the sky all light and airy?

         Wondrous Strange?
          Wondrous Scary?

Sometimes psychosis is breakdown
Sometimes break on through
54 and falling
What then must we do?

French onion soup
Pondicherry Zoo
Mister Meister Eckhart
Comin' home to you

               3122

Mt. Athos has no women
Except for Mother Mary

If in the Night your swimmin'
Things can get quite scary

I'm awake again
The clock now says 3:12

Our Word is Our Weapon
Now upon my shelves
  
  (plus Tolkien's elves)

It's 3:12 a.m and I'm awake
Peaceful in the night

Crickets chirping, no cake to bake
Feeling fond for flight

In the Flux a little calm
Please this train my wife

I reach out to Alex
Eckhart, not Sein und Zeit.

      Patientia por favor

The professors can't write
Awake again
In the middle of the night

              Sein und Zeit

3:13
Ah! the Emerald Island green

But now I'm far away
No pubs and songs today

My grandma Marie
I wish that she could see

The beauty of my three
And my mother still with me

3:13, 3:13
I drink another Coke

The despair returns; I hideaway
I hear no funny joke

Solitude is tiring
Company is strain

I sleeplonglate, fear for Fate
Buzzing in my brain

             She's insane!

The religious conservatives are lost lost lost!
You can't go back
Gotta go forward against the wind

The future is space
Alien race?
Extrasolar water? Cosmic wind?

Avatar tonight
I have never been to India
But in Charlotte - India came to me.

Chana Masala
Subramania Bharati
Arthur Edens sets Shiva free

                313233

The limits of my language
Are the limits of my world
Patientia
Silence. Xie Xie ni.

Santa Rosa son
Taipei in the rain
Fairfax - fly to Bangkok
Seattle: Sanuk Di!

        313233

I was a teacher for awhile
But now I'm of the people
Quiet little apartment
I know no soaring steeple

My life drifts on towards death
I drop a few little lines
3137
Are you feeling fine?

         Cosmic Buddha Mind?

Sometimes the only hope
The long term long term view

Centuries pass like seconds
Doo wah diddy do

Wish to be read in the future?
Yes, indeed, so true.

3137
Can you hear me?  Who?

Life of Pi
Yann Martel

The better story
All shall be well?

He says we are in pi
And that we live forever

Then God's a Mathematician
Isn't She quite clever?

3:14 and a little rain
I've been dreaming again

don't know where I'm going
might dream on till ten

it's a deeply racist country
as it has always been

the rain keeps on falling
does it snow in Jerusalem?

Stanley Yelnats
          Hannah
              Bob,

Knock Knock

Who’s there?

Just some guy.

Just some guy who wants cake?

No.

Why?

I prefer pi.

I keep writing to Garrison Keillor
He doesn't write me back

I truly hope that China
Taiwan does not attack

I sing but only quietly
I eat a midnight snack

It's 3:15 a.m.
Peace is what I lack

Emily Dickinson: half-cracked.

Awake at 3 a.m.
Please fun for my son
Love and Understanding
Econ 101?

Time is the Cross
Creatures Crucified
Melville told the truth
George W. Lied

Seminole resistance
Apache. Navajo.
Ain't no tongue can tell
No one on Earth will ever know

                       So ...

Awake at 3:16
Quiet in the dark

Sacramento seen
Still has my friend Mark

Deltiology
Gives me a new idea

Long and endless sleep
Drift away the fear

         Children far
         Silence near

3:17
April Fools
Hey ** the wind and the rain

Sidd Finch
Rock n' Roll
The man from La Mancha, Spain

Post office
Again today
Gout clears; not much pain

Superman
I mean Kal-El
And his girlfriend Lois Lane

                    Thursday.

The hope is that life comes from death
Like the priest said at St. Thomas More

The fear is annihilation. Nameless. Nevermore.

Hope and fear:  What's the score?

We're nothing.
The Buddha is right.

I believe in peace
But I need to fight

Ancient Greece
Vegetarian delight

Moby ****
   insight!

Thankfully the quiet
Thankful for Andy too

Hears my insecurities
My tears: quite a few

Basketball perhaps
But mostly rest is best

Grateful for my dad
Qualyxian the Quest

              Yes.

Nothing to believe in
Nihilism
Nietzsche's most uncanny guest

Lonely nights
Boring days
I try to take my rest

Psychiatry
Lithium
Qualyxian the Quest

Solitude
Gratitude
SouthEast y NorthWest

                   Yes.

The quiet is of comfort
Though I too long for speech

So few as real companions
So few I'd like to reach

Suzzalo library
Summer afternoon

The School of Athens, yes
As well as Flaming June

Phone call soon.

3:21 a.m. and I am now awake
This time, I ramble
I'm 52
Still obsessed with philosophy
And her
And her
In my solitude

The isolation!
Like being in a bubble
Or Barney.
Rubble.

                     Trouble!

I think of you, posterity
3:23 a.m.

Melville knew alterity
With him I'd like to swim

Time for bread and hummus
Time please out of mind

If God does become us
I hope that She will find

An answer to predation
Farewell and be kind.

I think of you, posterity
3:23 a.m.

Melville knew alterity
With him I'd like to swim

Time for bread and hummus
Time please out of mind

If God does One become us
I hope that She will find

An answer to predation
Farewell and be kind.

Awake at 3:26
Flowers in her hair
Fahrenheit 9/11
American Despair

Charleston at night
Wind blows to the water
What might have been
A long haired lovely daughter

Such terror in this world!
War on war on war
Tokyo to Taipei
All along a foreign shore

Won ton, miso soup
Wedding of an old friend
Seattle cedarsnow
San Francisco Zen

              God? Good pretend.

Poetry and danger
Poetry and illness mental

Sun and rain and mist
Madness elemental

I go down, but go down fighting
Post office is my base

Why, thirty three years later,
Can I not forget her moonlit face?

And her embrace.

It's wrong, the way she treats me
It's been wrong for a very long time
It's just who she is
I no longer drink the Wine

If you dig up the past, you get *****
Which is quite fine by me
Clock says 3:30
I say let it be

Avatar 2 was boring
And I am drawn to the sea
I remember Kathryn Orr
I alone escaped to tell thee

California does have snow
England has blue plaques
Texas has taco trucks
George W. destroyed Iraq

  Sweet Loretta Modern got back!

Lonely hotel room
         Silence
           sleep

library card 333
  young black man sits next to me
                     an artist too I believe I see …


                      photographic, memory

The American rightwingers are ******
Trump circles the drain
I like Rachel Dawes
More than Lois Lane

Lonely in my place
What's the chance she might show?
Not very high
Which leaves me very low

Grateful for my dad
Resting, DVDs
Tuna salad sub
Good things come in 3s

               Rowan trees

She's genuinely ******
Please compassion please
Protection for the boys
3333

Grey day blues gone grey
Ugliness abounds
Lotus in the mud
7 offensive rebounds

1 for Uncle Jack
1 to Uncle Marty
Silence in the Night
Graduation Party

Lost in Translation
Wonder of Japan
A kind of meditation
Solitary Man

         Ceiling Fan

O you people, 3333
How much more can you see?

Man in Dublin
Said: meant to be

Father Greeley
Loyalty

Hospitals
Woe is me

Drummond Road
Memories

Against the academics
So many cannot write

Laid away in books
Emily's lone fight

Toledo long ago
Comfort as a child

Bunk beds, potato chips
Piano gentle mild

3333
Midwest Catholic styled

The world itself is a madhouse
But it has music and Maniac Magee
My father often said
Good things come in 3s

Anger problems lately
******* all the slime
A little midnight snack
A little Irish rhyme

More than coincidence
Yes, yes - some other time
Thank you for my dad
Cranberry juice with lime

                    I'm ...

My grandfather in the Mikado
Sybil in the kitchen
Blue in the fire
Irish eyes are wishin'

Piano in the living room
Below the Madonna and Child
Drawings of 5 sons
You couldn't grant them

            But at least you smiled.

                     Merci, Lady...

The grandiose feelings come
The grandiose feelings go

Thankful for my relatives
Holy Toledo, Ohio

Terrible anxiety
This Kierkegaard knew

Bless you, dear Soren
Bless Regine too

                Mu

the celebrities shine and earn
           I in silence yearn
             quiet time flies

                    still shies

3:33 a.m.
Sister Wendy Beckett

Emails now may come
But rarely do I check it

She shared her Irish name
And beautiful is she

I'm glad that Irishman
Told me: meant to be.

Tomorrow taco truck
Maybe basketball

I write a few more poems
A few more, that is all

Then work and family and memories
Memories of Wetheral. Ya'll.

again, the dread of annihilation
           keep calm and step, step, step along
                              terror bearer

333 is mystery
Now I'm 334

I taught Asian history
My wife got Tibetan doors

But I am no collector
I ride trains with gamblers and ******

The dealin' still not done
May the 4th be with you and yours!

337 catches my attention
Difficult night tonight
No peace
Scarlet Town

So much fruitless searching
Drawn and drawn to Spanish
Si, San Diego
Si, beauty brown

Hopi in Arizona
Wyoming Catholic College
Salt Lake City sorrow
Purple pink prom gown

Mist yesterday
Loveliness library
Take me to your readers
Embers. Shy renown.

        Europa Report!

3:37
some terrible truths
about women

3:37
my sons in sunlight
swimmin'

3:37
reading
the paranormal

3:37
good luck, farewell -
quite formal.

3:37 p.m.
    With my son
     Speaking of Fr. Greeley


                            Freely

Pizzeria Uno
Chicago in my style
My Mr. Spock kite
Let's get high awhile

Goin' postal today
Walkin' to the market
Chick fil a for dinner
Right after Target

Not many beautiful buildings
Not many beautiful people
A little beautiful music
Not many beautiful steeples

Christmas not too far
Maryland ordinary
Green clothes, Asian eyes
Diminutive Mother Mary

         3377 Irish fairies

Dreaming of Amos
      Waking alone at night
            Cornel West and rest

la Florida
with her my first kiss

Book of Kells
took a risk

Edmund Burke clerk
did he wonder: who is this?

Father Greeley
whom I still miss

endurance
not follow your bliss

Irish eyes
not the bowtie  Swiss

disloyalty
so I send my ‘dis

3 brothers
not one ‘sis

awake. alone.
loneliness