#wobble
Just this once,
I was standing, facing west,
and in that instance as I saw a lilac,
I smelled all the lilacs in the valley below,
by the grace of Zephyrus, I caught the scent
and I decided to remember to tell the difference,
later as I attempt'd to say yes, I have smelled lilacs,
I recall I was tempted then by remembered
honeysuckle, tempted to think a scent,
and describe it as something airy,
spiritually discerned, remembering a moment,
mentally merely life in an annual purple stage.
But I cannot smell those lilacs,
I remember smelling.
I must still be alive, what ** have we all been mad?
Who has never once been led to ponder, in truth,
not myth, nor mystery in fogs of warring prides,
proud men modeled on boys adventure tales,
brought back from the hunt, alive to tell,
it was as hard as grandma said it is, to tell
the truth as vide licet outside the cone of silence,
between boys and their face to face first ****
from a distance, it was a sparrow… I shot more,
but that first killed sparrow, I was sorrowy for.
All day at thought speed, no speaking,
listening to stirring pollinations processing
passing time in freshest Earth air, lilac scented
Half a time later I was considering urban
input delivered weekly influencing all I know,
about thinking quietly while reading opinions
for all the attention I had to spend on something.
Then, the instantness of now in print opinions,
strikes me as an experience many must feel soon,
as we codepend until we end up in the poor house,
-- better than the outhouse…
comes a holler from across the way… dementia
with peace is the same as godliness with contentment
I caught me not caring.
Not caring if I live or die, and
I found it nice, better than not so bad.
What good would I do if I could?
The old woodchuck tongue twister,
or I could whistle an old radio show tune
or paint grain by grain with gathered sand
me listening to birds I could claim to have
heard, a Western Titmouse, I can say, it may be,
then a trilling response, tickles my conscience,
theory of mind time reflex, every whenever at once.
Aha, as one particular ha, exhalatory equivalent vibe.
Viva ancient whistlesprachen, vibratory excitations, we
became the vast experiment in life lit with electricity, yes.
We were three whole urban generations deep into it,
before it reached Wickiup, on the Big Sandy, in the fifties.
Now, let's
time thicken the plot
slow to gravy consistency the vibrations tending toward,
sceptic consciousness resulting from being robbed too often,
all that I imagined too precious to replace. I lost, time and again.
Eventually, I dare say, it dawned on me, that I have seen many,
beautiful sunrises, but far fewer than sunsets, when I think
and breathe and have my being after any old diligent
Calvinist work ethic, come up short on the balance,
outlaws and inlaws on my heritage to citizenship,
who told us we could take the land, originally?
Hey, cowboy, did you ever play indian? Ask any,
I have asked a few, and I do not remember any,
but, I know indians who played cowboy and got good at it.
Maybe better than any could imagine, on a given day, a chance,
to leave any money there was involved in the catastrophe,
on the table, saying I'm all in, I'll play the next hand
dealt me… and let the winnings ride.
Not often confidence gets such a day.
Peace at any price was the bid,
if I win the *** I'll pay the cost.
If I don't I'll call today the price I paid,
Up right, not illusional delusions, eye to eye, my smile is my tell,
the truth is I won, and time is not what children can imagine, so
should any ask why we died, tell them anything you know is true,
but if you tell them we died for a lie you believe, I will haunt you.
… and that was all we heard of that.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 5:55 PM UTC
I know that I hung on a windy tree,
cross
Nine long nights.
Hanukkah, Christmas, Saturnalia
Wounded with a spear, dedicated to Odin,
Longinus
Myself to myself...
Abandoned by God
On that tree of which no man knows
The Tree of Knowledge
from where it's roots run.
Laws by mankind
No bread did they give me nor drink from a horn,
Suffering, no mercy
I arose with the Word,
Ascension
and came back down to them.
Resurrection *
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
Jelly is the perfect example
Of how I wish to live my life
because IT wobbles and wibbles almost teetering
UnStable about to fall but then it's a trick
AS it falls back to PLACE
REVERBERATING
WITH
SILENT
LAUGHTER
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC