I’m afraid you think I talk to everyone the way I talk to you. I’m afraid that just because I know the problem, I don’t know the answer. I’m afraid it’s all just a game and I’m just a human. I’m afraid there’s no point, but it’s still a big object (this is just the way I feel). I’m afraid I’m too sensitive and already feeling sore. I’m afraid you don’t think I’m taking this seriously. I’m afraid I’m taking this way too seriously.
I’m afraid I can’t explain it any better than that.
Fear
3 feet off the ground swinging side to side
like a careless sleepy child the sun warms
my stomach and though my eyes are closed
patches of light still break through
my eyelids like goblins and lizards
imagined in my mind -real even if
never seen - usually i am ready to run
but today i will stay, still and low
hanging in my hammock. There is no
point to this other than to say
enjoy everything for what it is.
the No Lesson, Lesson
[the groove]
consists in the advance and retreat
dance like- like lighting like metaphors
grasping but not exactly capturing exactly
what I’m talking about
the Groove
Don’t fill in the gaps of my meaning just allow all these words to populate your brain while your eyes flash by and forget it all the next one Day. Afternoon. Evening. Night. BLACK. mourning. still. joy. all. joy. here. you-and-me is. you-and-you is. me-and-me wind. breezes. soft. like. butterflies-and-me breathe. Expand. breath. again. deeper. more (there’s pride) “can you hold something with an open palm?” yes. that. butterfly. in. my-mind flies. I-wonder. where. it. goes. when. I-stop eyes. LIGHT and go about your day.