It Takes Days To Get A Moment Right

The only difference between here & the frontier:

Here houses stand quiet in hills of weeks of ice


There are no houses on the frontier. A cabin or

lean-to here & there – no planned neighborhood

not on that horizon yet owned by wild beasts


I’m also struck by the houses being empty

No one is making any apparent moves


No bodies in winter wear walk the paths

they’d shoveled from front doors to car doors &

carved along roadways to the mail boxes


I haven’t even seen anyone walking a dog

Has my dream of being left alone come real?


No way to tell. Some things remain beyond us, like

my slow, lingering understanding of human nature

Global Society

Faux pas were made, there’s no denying that

But so what, nobody’s perfect. The world isn’t

nothing, despite Socrates, but a perfect shame


When truth is but what cannot be denied

Simple. The rest is all god confusing god

for a goof or so it seems


Do we senselessly debate the Nature of Reality?

The world doesn’t have any problems – it is timed

for material destruction. We have problems with that


All the rest is failure to compromise and epidemic

diarrhea we’d rather not discuss in detail. We can’t

stay here too much longer, the waters are rising

Charlie Hebdo?

I guess when non-believers outnumber the believers; that is, if and when the legal modern state, secular in its nature, supersedes “the law” of historical religions, then killers will be arrested for the crime of murder not some ambiguous term like “terrorism.” I hope the change takes place soon before more are killed under a pretense rife with psychological problems. But I don’t put much faith in hope these days.

When Science upsets Religion, Science is usually on the right track. Historical figures gifted with god status remain prime fodder for satire, especially in the parts of this world that have been through dada and surrealism.

What recourse does one have when offended? Has this issue not been discussed before in world courts? Let’s reiterate the law and the differences: Is it, the rights of your fist end just before somebody’s jaw? Or there’ll be no hitting, even hitting back? That thin line between thought and action wavering like a loopy sine wave in the green light of the oscilloscope.

Do radical believers subscribe to Charlie Hebdo? If so offended, could they not get their money back? I figure I could go walking out in my neighborhood and find something offensive. Probably I could walk by that whatever offends me day after day until I really feel offended, until I’m driven to demand justice? Oh, there’s a word filled with philosophical differences; for instance, if “justice” is getting what you deserve, then who decides who deserves what? Who decides depends on who has the power to enforce such a decision, I suppose.

Insight on a Busy Afternoon

I don’t save much credence for the way people do things
I prefer to see the world as I see it – though I’m open
to hearing your interpretation of things. I like to discuss
the Nature of Things for a little while each day. I find
I think better at night

or I used to
before all this noise of commerce and the constant lights
on all night. No way to get a clear read on the stars
I sleep through most nights, wake with the school buses
swooshing into their appointed times: 6:45 A.M.
for the high schoolers;
7:15 for the middle schoolers, 8:05 for the elementary

and I’m up for coffee, newspaper and a bagel
with peanut butter, chunky…the crossword puzzle
and gentle conversation with my spouse

Anyone we know knows not to call till after 10.

My Birthday

I look online for info on who else has been born on this day
I scroll down but recognize no one I know – neither the
entrepreneurial nor the artistic types…(more young than not)

A relatively rare date on which to be born. I wish to live
to love, understand and enjoy, not to be forgiven. I wonder
what these other people wish for, what they’ve won or not
and just what that might have to do with us in this world

Yesterday was like a roomful of out of work actors
adlibbing scripts

The day before that it rained then turned to snow
but didn’t stick
Then it began to and did
but it didn’t stay around – no more than a hour or two

Happy to see this winter’s first snow fall

Happiest to be moving out of the darkness
We’ll soon be smiling in the waxing sunshine

Born Too Early, My Fault Totally

Lady your riffs rip thru me like porn torn
from phages racing viral in my blood
doing that Annie Clark shuffle back & forth

Sorry it took me so long getting here

but you don’t see me, the old guy
who wrote your songs before you were born

You sing them well – good for you
There’s no “someplace else” for you & me

I understand, mind your boots there
Be kind to all kinds – Ooh oooh ooh!

A Short Song Looking for a Chorus

Don’t remember any love of mine
asking me if I would please save her
Don’t recollect pledging more than I had
I could not afford to give away that much

College girls were the fad for a while
Then personal assistants with credit cards
The bossier they were the more I knew
what to do to help them make it through

Wild times they were and hardly painless
There’re scars to show and stories to tell
Not saying I’m nobody special but sometimes
I feel that way: heartbroken, sorry too

Amazing creatures dancing in the sunlight
A dazzling species running in the moonlight