Tuesday, May 31, 2011

fleurs mélancolie, comme Baudelaire

Didn't think I'd live this long
so a lot of good things wore out
or went wrong
Wore Out Shoes
before I could repair or fix them
before i could apply the brakes, slow down
before I paid my duns and overdues,
before I learned the proper use
of the quick-set elegance of here and now.
I lived in the past or in the time ahead
That’s where my thinking led
But in the Now I sort of almost
Basically more or less
Kind of nearly mostly
just screwed around.

With everything and everyone that
Bumped into me
or passed the corner of my eye;
Or spoke a word, or gave or took
without a thought, if any,
just fear, guilt, shame, doubt.
I never finished the book
that told me how to work it out
The thinker thinks, the unthinker gives a look
A wink a flatter - what’s the matter?
Never saw a form before without
Substance, without weight or matter?



Art and supper

Still Life with Rigatoni Rain

Monday, May 30, 2011

Lament

I look at you and sometimes you look bored or distracted but I don't have a clue as to what you are thinking, and I worry then. Other times you seem content and those are the best times to look at you because you are so beautiful then that it takes my breath away. I am a wild duck and no matter how hard I flap my wings I have never been able to fly with you.

Doesn't Count Haiku

One two three four five
One two three four five six plus
Reductionism

Having Car Trouble Haiku

Monday cloudburst pours.
Cold water soaks to my soul.
Shiver, curse, call off.