A separate peace

Day comes and nothing’s there;
Morning, evening, night,
Stare.

Harmony extraneous
Pipes electrons up my nodes.
‘Nodes’ I say, sounding like
The milk laughed down my nose.

Have you ever had a thought—
An idea off beat,
Patented generations before you—
That amounted to little more than a mouthful of ignorance
Deposited oppositely, quite eloquently, by an intellectual type
Who puts it simply without saying
Because he's read books you haven’t
And cultivates quotes?

Have you ever felt he/they did it already?
Watched a trite movie
That said so like you say it
Every night you're, you know, like, really on?

Probably unimportant

Now,
Have you ever lived a week—
The kind of week where thinking’s done
And cleaning is of dishes eaten from,
Floors stood on, Cups drunk from,
Pots in which bubbling meals were cooked,
Sumptuous, wholesome—

Have you ever lived a week you want to?

Ass in sand on private beach
With beer and ass in hand

Sun past leaves of local trees
On trails of geograph breeze

Weakened by the breathing of a complimentary beast



Holiday

Is it scary so, ideal?
Worse, to say,
Let it go?

Stumble back in hole,
Light smoke,
Burn, groan…
Imagine where, one day,
I’d like to wear my basalt shoes
That weigh beyond the in between,
Beneath my bobbing
Presently-
Orange vest
collecting black,
Lips
sticking,
Taking on the color of the slick—
Waiting for when
anticipation
realizes, presently.

Drinking rum

Love

hmph