Fall must be the most kinetic of seasons, what a time to meet you
what a time to get your name stuck on my tongue
what a time to surprise myself, I repeat myself
often because my groove is a sporadic rhythm
and I’m confessing every dog gone thought to you
as if this is some confessional, I just want to hear your words
because they fill my mind each unique and ineffable in reality
like the gods of a pantheon, then you're the muse
beyond begging the question, but what else can I say
I have so many questions still left to ask
Kinetic Energy
He roared screaming down the silver road with his heels
fast up over the handlebars kicking wild
and that wide child smile looking ahead off further than the setting sun-
We had that caged city feeling again, so we went off again
to the surrounding islands and the great primordial peninsula of Washington
never tamed and we flung against it all sanctifying our cloggy souls
with asphalt and rubber and the forest all around reminding ourselves that it
ain’t for the future the way we living.
Back then he and I did not not believe, but felt propelled nonetheless
simply by ourselves. It was ever West
no matter which way we were headed, every direction onward;
and things will change, we’ve already learn't that lesson
so right on, write on, ride on
don’t hang back on account of any flap, Jack’s On the Road
listening to the beat, we’re learning the rhythm
proving there’s more out there of every sort of thing holy and profane
and both the same, mementoes of change, teaching our humble hungry minds
how to drive.
Bonneville 900
I tell myself not to lose
my romanticism with love, with poetry- is it scary
growing old? If I am lucky, then I am
a quarter way through. Already I’m older
than some of these evergreen trees, though they are
taller and deeper,
see how much I still have left to learn? Still,
I have gone higher still, deeper still, still
I have something to add. Mystery
enabling comedy and tragedy- there’s a story
about loneliness and friendship, God and nothing, earth
and me- isn’t it all connected?
I’m not sure how I came to see things this way
but now I can’t look away.