Comment

Don't die with a backlog.

Now that resonates.

Also, stop lamenting.

Equally succinct, and true.

I ask you though, Benji can do all that, but can he dance?


Thank you both, and thank you kindly, for the time thought & input.

Untitled

Love had her way with me, though I
colluded and
allowed it all to be

Love was new
the time we floated laying down in the
canoe all night side
by side looking always
up and counting the
falling stars and
kissing twenty six, seven, eight and
dear god
second base

Love was beginning
the time I out loud tried to say I
loved you to get used to it to know
how to say it me and the dog practicing in the
cemetery having got it just right I
said it to you
for the first time
in the middle of the movie
seriously, Batman I think
What, you replied

Love was let down
The time I came by your place at
2am just in the neighborhood your
light was on we had tea and you
sent me home with a hug and handful of
sesame candies not at all
what I'd come for

Love was sweet
the time I didn't get the chance to lay
you down in the September loosestrife and
goldenrod after sandwiches tracing you
in flowers and balancing them on your cheek your
temple your closed eyes all in your
hair oh I never did
but would have

Love was once
the time we met at the Belly show and
talked all night your friends my friends
left behind your
old red Toyota you remember
the song that was playing
just then
then you
left the next day say hello and
wave good bye its just that
Denmark is so far

Love was
the time I let you go
and the time I called you back to me

Love was then
Love was now
Love was mine and I tell you its
not always all that
poetic
sometimes its just me in
love sometimes a little stumbling and
sometimes

honestly

a little
fucked

but this time
a little lovely
this time
a little kind this time
this time

all this time

love was mine.

Where does one find the time

to write, record, or whatever. I can write everyday as long as I either stay up late or let the kids watch a lot of TV. Neither option sustainable or desirable long-term.

Poem about lucky in love will have to wait.

The poems are not really poems. I have blatant disregard for form and technical anything. They're just stories in the shortest, most time-efficient way I can manage.

I'd rather write the whole story. How long would each then be? And would they be better in their most bare-bones, sparse, edited forms? Or better allowed to get fat and curvy? Maybe in the end only a matter of personal preference and taste.

Your Dream

Rich & Ty. Last night I had a dream that you both were in. I was at the cabin and you were there too. I had a ladder set up against the lakefront side of the cabin and was giving you both a hard time about not helping me to scrape and paint, though I didn't really expect you to. And you both laughingly refused, and so I went and got the two chaise lounge chairs we keep there, and set them up for you near the ladder, and you got in the chairs and I got back to work.

I looked over at you to say something and you were both covered in hundreds for blue jays. Everything went mute - I was still scraping, and I was talking to you, but I couldn't hear any sound at all, even my own words. And you were both laughing as hard as a person can laugh, tears streaming down your faces, and it seemed like that went on forever - me smiling and talking to you without sound, and you two just laughing and laughing, covered in blue jays.

It was such a vivid dream that it took me a little while upon awakening this morning to realize it hadn't happened.

I'm telling you both about it because I think its your dream. I dreamed it, and was in it, but it wasn't to do with me. It was something about the two of you.

Carolyn gave me a dream book and this is the most I could find:

bluejays: spritual joy and contentedness

lakefront: a need to be close to one's spiritual beliefs, taking daily comfort in them

laughter: happiness

chaise lounge: an attitude of nonchalance

cabin: an inner connection or inherent bond with nature, a life aligned with nature

ladder: an opportunity for upward progression to be made

silence: a need to listen to one's conscience

I turn it over to you two now.

Question

When you write/record/create things that initially you're pleased with, then later look back on and think

oh my god
so awful, so high school

do you keep it all, regardless, or do you liberate yourself from time to time and delete?

Lyrics for DG by request - Momentary Song

You do not get
to not get to go through it
your lazy life
and all of your bullshit

I don't really know what not to say
You made your choice to end up this way

I'm going home now
to be with the seasons
cool compress your brow
sleep on the reasons

I looked at the sun all day today
You made your choice to end up this way

You lost your edge
And dialed down the cause
I'm not walking a ledge
Its the way it always was

I went to the ocean out past the bay
You made your choice to end up this way

I'll crack open the door and give you a ray
You make your choice to end up this way

PM

Tonight I left my patient on the
third floor and it took three tries to
make it outside
once
to say goodbye to him
twice
when his elderly parents, bereft and
searching
found me at the nursing station how
could I say no cups of tea, first names only and
many tissues later the
third time when
his sister called
do you think he'll go to heaven still if we
burn the body that one
took more than a minute so
two hours off my pace I had bag
keys in hand cell phone on and
dialing pushed out the
double doors into a thick evening fog and
there
waiting for me
like a surprise visit from a long-distance lover
the crescent moon and
her two planets
I stopped and all stopped and
out loud I spoke to
whom I cannot say
Thank you.