inch-by-inch it grows

tumor fire awareness

choose best the path there

 

I miss certain beings

transient, invisible dreamworthy sorts

they flit in my uppermost afterword thoughts

some I have lost

or have lost me

others refrained from the 
loud limb of the tree that

I crawled out on in drunken reverie

I went to a protest

and questioned the act

familiar yes

but still after the fact

marching and chanting 

for all that is worth

eyes askance at the  formidable earth

it’s digging I say

that make things grow

not the repeatedly 

unerring courtroom of know

I miss certain things

loudly visibly angered retorts

on busses to places that dropped us

in parking lots  full of the faceless
in innocent cases

I miss certain things that removed my braces

the chalky teeth underneath

is just about aging

No matter, I speak

No matter, I write

No matter, I vote or I don’t vote tonight

 the message like a sheet

over the drunkards reborn

is hanged out to dry

in the sun of our norm

I miss certain things I may well have to lose

this is mine

this was yours
in a cliff dwellers remove

you may laugh you may scorn

those urban trifles

all there is to prove

are existentialist rifles

One shot
one win

totally zen

I miss certain things again and again.

3.20.2013

 

in a brief moment

decisions flummox your fate

window or soil